Tickles!

Little D really wanted to go to Tickles. I told the guys this was surely a gay bar, strictly by the name, if not for all the other clues such as rainbows and lavender. We went in, discovered that the only beer they had on tap was Leinie's Summer Shandy, and promptly left. Spaniard and Snoegoer felt they had lost a bit of their manhood, so they took it back by doing burn outs in the street in front of the place.
We had decided earlier in the night that there is no good reason to go to the same pub twice over the corse of the summer, so if the rest of you blokes want to go to Tickles, it will have to be on your own time!