Last night, Uncle Ian bombarded us with the worst of hip-hop jokes like "Have you heard of Wu-Tang's disease-riddled cousins....Flu-Tang?" Thank god for the Stevie Ray Vaughan cocktail that Southy stumbled on last week, which made shit like "Have you heard of Goodie Mobb's much cornier spinoff group, Goodie Cobb?" much more bearable. I can say I've seen better nights at Saints, but the all-you-can-eat platter of flaming hot Cheeto puffs, banana bread and Pringles splayed across the bar made everyone feel a little more at home... thanks Brick and Rojeanne.
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