Everything was going well during Broke Ass Stuarts' recent visit to Mars Bar until he asked for some soap, drawing a predictable response from the peanut gallery. But as he explains, "when you ask the bartender for some soap (because some big punk fucker licked your friend’s face, uninvited, and she wants wash off the gross saliva) and the barkeep answers, 'This is the Mars Bar man. There’s no soap in the Mars Bar,' that’s when you know the place has become a parody of itself." [Broke Ass Stuart via EVG]
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