Allow myself to introduce...myself. It is I, Marlonson, and i am giddy with joy to have been asked to blog along with my good pal, Bong Junior. Well let's take a little ride, shall we? Continuing on BJ's idea of Santa Rosa being one of the raddest cities on the map, last night in a state of inebriation, a few friends and I, namely Kev and DSB, collectively came to the realization that we are lucky to have a low, down, scummy bar like none other than the 440 Club near Downtown Santa Rosa. The 440 Club is conveniently nestled in a part of town my friends and I like to call the Scum District; a gritty concrete jungle where long time friends of mine grew up stuntwooding and shoulder tapping for some good old hard liquor. Where else can you order an Alabama Slamma, pay a buck for 3 song credits on the juke box, and even have a Safety Meeting on the side of the bar while your bros shotgun brews in the porking lot Tiltmode Army style...440 Club, that's where! So if you are itching for a rad time, a bomb Surfer on Acid, bumping into old friends, perving on some strange or just toasting to the HAMMER Toan Locc dropped at City Hall, then I suggest you get off your pooper and get over to 440 so you can buy me another Whiskey Sour cause this one's on a magical journey to the center of my liver.
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