How much punk ruckus can ya muster in a diner looking joint that isn’t mosh capable? Enough for a good time as you can see from the pictures.

I got there early and was forced to sit through a really painful “comedy” show put on by Jewish women who thought it was funny to make Eddie Murphy crudity levels look rated G or sing about their bitchy Jap ex-girlfriends (nebach). – I mean, I seriously put my headphones on during one act (and I was sitting next to the girl’s boyfriend who got quite peeved at my rudeness).
There was one model gorgeous girl who was talking about how she was trying to have a date with some very Catholic left wing pro-Palestinian white guy Luke the Fourth from Boston and the Israeli dog named Moses she was babysitting kept botching it, including clawing the guy’s face…and she knew it was from G-d. Heh, that dog is gonna get mad steak in Olam HaBah. That was funny.
But anyway….

How much punk ruckus can ya muster in a diner looking joint that isn’t mosh capable? Enough for a good time as you can see from the pictures. Santa fell down aghast at the rock block of Chanukah favorites (well, actually before, due to the antics of bassist Tim): “Maoz Tzur,” The Adam Sandler Chanukah Song and South Park’s “Jew on Christmas.”