re: If the OT Lounge was a real place

What you say here will last until the sun runs out of hydrogen.

what you say in a lounge that has brick and mortar may not last until the sun runs out of hydrogen.

which one is the real place?

Buncha fat, ugly dudes checking each other's knuckles bragging about their big house, expensive car, 6 figure a year salary, OT 8+ wife or gf, and then bitching about the price of a drink while creeping on the few females in the place.

It would be a huge, dark bar with a bunch of rooms and tables and sofas, with a shite ton of people sitting down staring at their phone or iPad or laptop while posting on tigerdroppings.

It would be a brothel

Used to be I had a lotta fun in this old hangout
We'd get stoned at the jukebox and stay outta fights
Now and then we'd light a little smoke in the truck out back
Aww, then a little old Jim Beam and we'd get right

Isn’t the rest of that “talking bout my blue jeans and my hair?” Sounds just like posts on here. “I guess he ain’t seen the signs that say I been to prison. Someone aught to warn him before I knock him off his chair” = knuckle check at sonic

We’d probly see a lot of titays

Only if you pass the laser-knuckle-scanner at the entrance.

And, of course, the back door opens into a Sonic lot.

ETA: OT karaoke would be one member on stage posing a legit question, and the rest take turns with the mic offering stale-assed smart remarks.

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Late night we’d have karaoke.

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And a geriatric VIP room.