No.1815
>be me
>be sat in /b/
>ive been coming to this place for a couple years now
>seems theres always some drama going down, hell it makes the saturdays interesting
>lately i felt as if /b/ hasnt been as good as it was
>was it ever good?
>I look over the other side of the cafe and see a guy with hisjohnsonout screaming at someone dressed like a horse
>fuck this
>i get up and pay the bill before leaving
>its raining outside
>i trudge down the soaked cobblestone street somberly
>i notice the sky getting darker and see a couple of Mr(s). Anons get thrown out of /baphomet/ and onto the cold street
>the weather grows worse as i continue my journy
>suddenly a red glow brightens my path
>i look up at a large neon sign hanging above the narrow street
>it reads /8lounge/
>i slowely open the door and enter without making too much noise
>i stand there and survey the bar in front of me
>a couple of Mr(s). Anons are having a meaningful discussion in the corner
>some Mr(s). Anons a playing cards and theres one or two sat at the bar staring into their drinks in silence
>i walk over to the bar, light a ciggerette and grab a whiskey.
>i am comfy here
>I am finally home
No.1825
>>1815Welcome home Mr(s). Anon. Why don't you pull up a seat and dry off?
No.1831
What about our jazzy jukebox? That's one of my favorite things about this place.
No.1838
>>1831jukebox is 100% based