Saturday, January 1, 2011

Happy New Year, Bastards!

Well, here we are, the first blog entry for the Buckshot on the first day of the new year. It's linked to our website, so if you happened upon it via other channels and want to know more about the bar, be sure to click the link. Fact is, though, you cannot have a satisfactory virtual beer and a shot, so it'd be better to just come on down, wouldn't it?

This blog will be updated a few times a week, mostly with photos of the previous evening's debauchery. So if you blacked out, check in the next day and we might have photographic evidence of your good time/bad behavior.

Mike in his natural element. Never fuck with a man in a leather cowboy hat carrying a knife:
Josh, perturbed:
Eric and that Tom O'Finland looking dude.
Score!
Shuffleboard intensity:
Fancy:
Watched over by an antelope:
I don't know what's going to this guy's pool game when his arm is out of the cast. Seems like he cleans up as it is.
Headgear is important:
Wreckin' crue:Get saucy:
Apparently I'm not completely scary looking:
It was a clusterfuck for a bit, but never more than the average bumpin' Saturday:
Awesome hair (and earrings):
Peace in the Middle East:
It's a hormonal problem, okay?
Chris, King Suave:
Chris's lovely sis and her pal:
Dance floor lovin':
Double-fisted:
Locs:
Happy days are here again (with the proper application of booze):
Aussies, I think:
Eyes wide shut:
He's got that Rico Suave look, but can he do the dance?
Muah!
Skeeball wizard:
A fundamental difference in attitude is visible in these hand gestures:
I've got a fever, and the only thing that can cure it is more cowbell:
Salty:
Sweet:
Devin clearly lacks enthusiasm:
Get on up:

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