Bar Rat

So on a recent business trip, I had the opportunity to sneak away and visit a local gay bar in the area. I walk in about 9 p.m. and there's a handful of lesbians and I think, okay, this is probably as good as it's going to get for this small town and I order a glass of merlot.

An hour later, all these young twinks start flowing in with their straight girlfriends and the place fills up. After several glasses of wine, I take in the scene of about 60 twinks and straight chicks, swing around to the guy playing pool next to me and yell above the D.J. and the noise, "Am I in Chuck E. Cheese? Is this Chuck E. Cheese? Where's the skeet ball? I'm in frickin' Chuck E. Cheese!"