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Monday, March 9, 2009
Word on the Street
Two weeks ago at the Tap, a certain landlord who shall remain nameless, sported some shades (at the darkest bar in town, no less) and beckoned me over for a hug. I asked him if he was proceeding with his plans to turn one of his buildings into a Bowling Alley/Bar. His reply:
Grabbing his crotch, "I've got your bowling balls right here, Habibi."