There’s a certain stuffiness that comes with The Heights, I mean money. They’re fucking synonymous. Put that four syllable word on you pipe and smoke it. So yeah, The Heights is stuffy. So why would you blue collar fucks want to go to this part of town? In a word, a bar. Enter local bar Cheer’s. It’s not quite like the TV show bar, but it is comfortable and inviting. My ma and I went there for a light dinner yesterday and grabbed a round.
Observe that Gin and Tonic. Could be the stupidest piece of drinkware I’ve ever seen.
Now feast your jealous eyes on this this creation. One of the specials on the chalkboard is sitting on that plate. Fried Green Tomatoes
Guys, take your women here. Ladies, let your dudes take you here. Don’t you have some fucks to give, cause I sure don’t.
Prepared for glory.
And then this ish happened.
This is how you fucking cook chicken.
Sunny, breezy (yea right), 100 degree kickball, keg at 2nd and a little Louisville chugger demonstration for Frat. The perfect Saturday afternoon.
Shitting at bars, overrated.
I feel sorry for you sons of bitches up in Conway. You have 3 bars worth a fuck and not much else worth talking about. But I must give credit where credit is due. Enter JJ’s Grill and Chill. This local owned, NWAR, bar is right on the money. Hometown nostalgia lines the walls and the waitresses wear short skirts and cowboy boots. Mix that shit with a crop of fresh coeds and you’ve got a winning combo.
Banana Chicken Sandwich
Mac and Cheese
Cooked then baked inthe oven with more cheese on top. I’m a wild fucking animal and got JAPS and Bucwolfser involved. My final thoughts are that this place is worth patronizing. It’s not worth the drive from LR to Conway but worth it if you’re near cway. Beer selection is pretty good, although there’s redundant taps, which is fucking retarded. FUCKING RETARDED. Leave a comment asshole.
The weather was perfect at the ballpark last night. Besides being surrounded by a bunch of ass clowns, the evening was ideal. The Travs won 7-1, I think. Shit, I know they won, fireworks happened.
I, being the intelligent American I am, like efficiency and ingenuity. So put this shit in your pipe and smoke it. Hotdog
Budweiser Comments are not welcome. BUCWOLFSER
Hand crafted Arkansas Young Bourbon Whiskey, batch one and it is righteous. Our very own Yankee Doodle Andy did some work.
Home made pickled okra sitting next to some bourbon. I feel proud as fuck o be in Little Rock. Rock Town is giving swag back to LR.
I’ve crushed two bulls. I was in the sun all day. No fucks are being given. I needed food. I didn’t know where to go. I once was lost. Feast your jealous as fuck eyes on this. It’s not on the menu.
Chips queso and JAPS.
Some people say I’m fat. Some people are right. I am fat and that’s that. Tamales people.
Mexican wing sauce
You haters out there keep on keepin on.
Rivercliff. You’re not invited haters.
Call me and we might be able to arrange it.
First my mind was fucked by Frontier Circus. Then a vixen bought their CD for me. Then Hot Dog Mike was in the house. Then this pic happened.
Next thing you know, two angels are elbows deep in a WWT weinergate.
Then my copy of Boner Jamz Vol. 1 was ruined by this asshole.
This my friends is a dickhead and all his friends are dickheads too.
P.S. The hotdog had ketchup only and it was pretty crunk.
Frontier Circus live at the legendary White Water Tavern in Little Rock, AR. These dudes are nuts. And hilarious to watch.
Last weeks bottle toss crowd. Every Thursday night at 7 pm. Last person to throw a beer bottlenin the trash can buys a round for everyone. Risk:reward ratio is nuts. But worth it.
This sandwitch, in a word, outstanding. Take a look at the green layer. That’s JAPS and Anaheim peppers. Haters quit reading this.
Will eat this again.
1. Club sandwich
2. Yankee Doodle Andy
3. Bud Light Lime
This is how you eat a club sandwich.
This is how you drink a Bud Light Lime.
As we sit and eat this delicious breakfast there are two strippers accompanying three black men at the table diagonal to us, four mexicans trying to get involved with the strippers at the table next to them and a table of two black couples (one fat woman in a short, tight, leopard dress) right behind us whispering sweet nothings into our ears. Definitely an authentic FYLR post. Come visit… You won’t be disappointed.