My night at the Mars Bar about ten years ago involved a crusty punk getting drop kicked WWF style, I can't remember for what. Two Long Island drunk Beckies stumbling in, not realizing where they had walked into, ordering Cosmos at the bar, and taking a seat next to a grizzled vet who's lead in question was "When was the last time you ladies got properly fucked?" Then some 60 year old hag kept hitting on my friend and trying to make out with him. All in that unshakable Mars Bar smell of warm piss and fresh vomit. Lovely place.
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That plays Soccer on 6 flatscreens. WTF?????