So Long, Fuckos!
I’d heard about this a few days ago and was mightily amused to see that it was front page news at the Emerald, but that legendary booze and rohypnol joint, the Indigo District, is closing its doors as of Saturday night. While young whippersnappers might know the storied establishment chiefly for date rape and gun battles, when the establishment reopens under under its inventive new moniker “The District”, it will basically resemble… well… pretty much what the Indigo District was like when it first opened its doors, serving food and coffee during the day and switching to coke-fueled douchebaggery at night.
No word yet on whether the new ownership intends to install another stagnant, stinking pool of water with a vomit-clogged drain next to the door.
Do you think they make vegetarian roofies? I wouldn’t want to upset any animal lover’s sensibilities.
This is the best news I’ve heard in 2009, the only sad thing is that it’s going to re-open.
You had my hopes up, I thought that nasty hipster joint was going to be gone forever.
Well, I guess it took Puff Daddy 5 or 6 name changes before people got sick of him and decided to stop giving him attention.
I never thought I’d see an emo gangster until I went to Indigo. It was…. confusing.
You had me at Fuckos.
You crack me up.