Fuckin’ neon, bitch-ez!!
Yup — The Rail got a bee-yoo-tiful neon sign of Hamm’s. Seeing as how we are all enamored with shiny bright objects, this is a good thing.
I know this has nothing to do with Hamm’s Hats, but why the Earth isn’t spinning off its axis RIGHT NOW is completely beyond me.
Yes — here we see FOUR Joyce brothers all shitting away their carefully earned paychecks in front of the diabolical whore-machines at The Brass Rail.
This goes beyond Wonder-Twin Powers, Care Bare Stares, Power Ranger whatever-it-is-the-fucking-power-rangers-do, or Keith’s brain. This should scare every human being on the planet, and rightly so.
Something like this comes to mind:
Mrs. Joyce would be
proud appalled titillated nonplussed.
And now back to your regularly scheduled program.