It's a frat bar where for $10 on Monday, a little person named \"Manboy\" (sidenote: do not google image his name on a work computer, learn from my mistakes) comes down a pole, walks on the bar in a costume, and pours shots down your throat. Nothing in your wildest dreams, could be more messed up than this. They even sell Manboy bobbleheads.\n\nDid you notice I called him a \"little person\"? That's because I'm a sensitive person. The rest of the peeps in here for \"midget madness\" are not. Hey, I'm only a foot taller and I gots some T Rex arms and the last thing I want to do for employment is shove a nozzle of jager down some screaming frat boys throat and pretend to enjoy that sh**. To be honest, judging by the look on his face I think he might want to go postal and torch the place.\n\nI could only tolerate this place for one drink. I'll give them kudos for the impressive drafts on tap, a diverse tequila selection, but I had to run out of there before they got the idea I could be \"Womengirl\" behind the bar.
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