chris-littlechild - September 18, 2012
If we may pause fleetingly to savor that title (with our pants off). Verily, it's the most delectable Triumvirate since Julius Caesar and... those other two dudes whose names elude us (there was some melodramatic business betwixt the three some milennia ago, which can be deftly condensed into the phrase shit happens. Unless a convoluted homework assignment is due, in which case the two words do not constitute an 'essay', it transpires. Or so that sweaty fat bastard Mr Bumbleforth alleged, as he pursued us around the classroom in a righteous endeavor to smite our genitals with a ladle. Huzzah for the abolition of corporal punishment!)
To hasten to our boob-infused business, late 2011 saw the inception of TheJoystixx bar, a norkvana/nerdvana in the Hooters casino in Vegas. Vintage arcade games and the ubiquitous wonderment of the Hooter Girls (now festooned with actual gamer girl credentials, ersatz or otherwise) are in attendance; bolstered by as much alcohol as one can consume whilst maintaining verticality (and/or fund, naturellement). Thefrisky reports that Joystixx purports to be the ‘best new place to score in Vegas' (Look, ma! They made a pun!), and it certainly sounds a man-tastic proposition.
In the gallery, we'll scrutinize the top-heavy establishment further, with some visual aids courtesy of the voluptuous vixens of Hooters.
For more about the bar, visit thefrisky.
Padinga's review can be found here.
Please log in again. The login page will open in a new tab. After logging in you can close it and return to this page.