Snarley's is a house bar like no other in South Milwaukee filled with people past their glory days and full of spirit and snarly ism. The old fucks I saw on my visit and research for a bar book coming out someday was full of old stupidity and snarley talk and this bar experience needed to be shared by the internet most renown bar reviewer. The female bartender was older than a and slower than a turtle and getting her attention was not easy as many of these hick bars cater to their daily preferred clientele. This bar may have been in South Milwaukee but it may have been in South Carolina as well and older crazy cooters were stuck in the past with their conversations.
The topic of hunting and the Green Bay Packers was discussed throughout my disgusting time at this shit dump bar and I wish many of these people would just of been quit and watched the dam game. Old Gus talked about the number of deer he bravely sacked back in the day and safely away some five hundred yards as his deer murdering career had seen. Gus was reminiscent and sad he had to retire form hunting. Gus eyes were often transfixed to a mounted deer that he could of swore he saw back inn the eighties and almost bagged but the doe had caught tailwind of his ass. Snarley's is typical of many bars that the geriatrics predominate and this conversation and dullness of conversations could of been heard throughout the country this Sunday afternoon just interchanging team names and hunting locations or species.
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