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Addendum [hey,
things change]
It is very seldom that I am overwhelmed by drunkenness. Not my drunkenness,
mind you, but the drunkenness of others. There have been times at
Trinity where the sheer amount of inebriation is unbearable. Packing
that many sloppy drunks into a tight, smoke-filled pub should be illegal.
Actually, I'm quite sure it is illegal--but that's another story.
Just thinking about being in Trinity I actually start to get the bitter
taste of Harp in the back of my throat and the incessant yapping of
droopy, chain-smoking bar rat chicks in my ears. The recall sense
when it comes this joint is amazingly acute. It could be because I've
been there a ton of times, or it could be because I usually walk out
of there with at least a couple funny stories about somebody doing
something retarded. With all that, we say come late, stay late and
bring your drinking shoes (but forget those goggles). We've seen more
than one man fall prey to a Trinity Beasty. Don't let it happen to
you. [MF] Original Review
If you're not drunk, friendly and willing to talk to all the other
drunk friendly people in the bar about everything from professional
body-boarding to the best technique to please your woman, you have
no business being in this establishment. Although one patron did
report being beaten silly after ordering a fuzzy navel at this hard
drinkin', psuedo-soccer hooligan hangout. [MF]
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