the bouncer tried to overcompensate for his small penis with a big beard and a worse attitude. talk about a dude who drives a chevy tahoe and lives in his mom's trailer. I haven't met anyone that soft since I went camping with the charmin ultra bear. I mean he's so soft I can't believe he's not butter. Every once in a while when he shows up to work on a sunday he tells himself, "this is going to be the day I really get back at the educated world and validate my spider web elbow tattoo and group seminar on channeling my anger properly and exercise my power over my own small 3x3 meter personal space by preventing all the people who were smarter than me in high school from bringing their friends into a bar on a sunday night by only letting certain guys and girls in but not all of them because I'm a roided-out freak with a fucking clipboard."
if you do happen to make it into the bar without half of your friends being rejected in front of you and being forced to buy a $200 bottle, the drinks are decent and the music is fine.