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Saturday, December 24, 2011

Argyle Evening

Zeus, Shackleford's, Balliceaux.

Gruet, fillet, Ghost.

Empty, busy, over-capacity.

A guy with a rhyming first and last name said, "Wow, those tights are radical."

Funniest line heard tonight: "Shut up! You like kissing."

Tonight's lesson, kids? Thrift store shopping does not a hipster make.