Same As We Ever Was
Bouncers might wield the emasculating power to demean, fluster, or embarrass you in front of groups of fair-to-hot chicks, but at least you've always been able to find solace in the fact that they're dumb. Robbing you even of that, Same As We Ever Was.
Q: How can I request a song?
A: Flash the bartender your tits across which you’ve written "I’m sorry for briefly having had the temerity to suggest that I and not you should be in charge of the music. By way of apology please let me make you a sandwich. Is turkey okay? Everyone likes turkey. What’s that? You’d prefer olive loaf, you kinky bastard? Sure, no problem: your bar, your music, your sandwich. Now if you’ll excuse me I have to go vacuum your car".
Tentative future plans include a column called "The Sketchy Ethicist", in which the author offers a "semi-serious defense of semi-indefensible activities like cheating on your lady, eating factory-farmed animals, strip joints," even "screwing off at work" -- which, for a bouncer, apparently means neglecting to look smugly menacing while pondering material for a not-dumb blog.
