The Black Dog

“A wonderful juxebox”….that’s like the equivalent of justifying why you go to hooters as “they have great wings”. What happens at the Black Dog stays at the Black Dog. Unless the story invovles Shaggy. In which case even your grandma may know. In fact your grandma’s in the ladies room right now writing on the bathroom stall with a sharpie while balancing a pabst blue ribbon between her thighs.

theres so many stories that start and end at the black dog…just go there. and drink. and eat. and sing.