The door had one of the those locks that requires a key from the inside. After we finished our game, we woke Pauly up and tried to leave, but the bartender totally misplaced his keys and we were all stuck inside 15 minutes until he found them. Pauly just wanted to get into bed.
In the summer of 2008, word of Nicole's freakish strength had spread through Manhattan like wildfire and each night scores of gentlemen were lining up to see if they were man enough to pin her! Lefty (who was arm wrestling with his right hand?) went first! I think he came really close...
The timestamp on this photo says 4:06am. The bar is closed and the gates are down. With all that squared away, that meant it was time for AFTERHOURS ARM WRESTLING!
