Why can't we ever stand up straight at this bar on Thursday nights? We usually hit it up to watch an improv group perform and drink dollar cups of Lone Star out of red cups. Hello, frat house.
The cups get warm too quick, making you just want to double-fist all night.
Anyhow, seeing that we drink so much up in this piece we end up seeing this toilet more than we would want to. Over the course of a week the toilet seat grew into the behemoth you see in the picture. Yes, we get it that it's for the handicapped folks, but it's almost comically large.
Sadly, that is never, ever "what she said."