Weekend Open Bar: nachos.

Welcome, friends! To the pub at the end of the Internet’s Leaking Maw. The most Open of Bars where we come together every weekend. To mourn those who didn’t make it through the Existential Thresher. To cry on the shoulder of those who did, about, well…anything, really.

Tears of joy over your Destiny loot. Tears of confusion over the fact that Reality is a Hallucination and Nothing Means Anything. Tears of relief that after the sixth day of Constipation you finally blew a serious chocolate-frappe out against the backboard of a campus stall toilet.

Anything goes! As long as you’re havin’ fun.