department of fishing and drinking
when traveling to vegas with an old fratboy you can count on one of two things: a) stopping by the frat house for a “quick” bathroom break, or b) stopping by the favorite college watering hole. please note i use old fratboy in humor, as there is no such thing, once a fratbrat always a fratbrat. this is one of those things that men just can’t let go of, frat stories and remote controls, whatever.
i threw a fit until i saw the sign, this girl is always up for a good beaver bar!
Where is this place?
Cool Pix
Dam, nice beaver.
Ahhhh. Beaver dam. Reminds me of work. You failed to mention that Beaver dam is just a hop, skip, and a hump from the well named Virgin River. Here’s a little fish biology humor for you, one of the fishes found in the Virgin, is a chub! The Virgin claim isn’t so convincing when you’re full of chubs. Maybe she’s a “born again” Virgin, since they are endangered.
I really like that sign right before Beaver: “Now Entering Beaver.”
Usually when that happens I don’t need a sign to tell me.
Bah dum dum.
And then there’s this old favorite: When you drive south on I-15, you pass through Fillmore, then Beaver.
Fillmore, Beaver.
Damn that’s a long-ass boring drive.
And don’t forget Virgin is also in the mix. Filmore, Virgin, Beaver.
Man it is fun to live in Utah.
d: the bar is outside of st. george in the mini town of beaver dam.
ace: thanks.
one guy: and the clever comments begin! yay!
t: sorry, i’ve been off with my humps lately.
theorris: good point, who needs the sign. isn’t actually entering the beaver enough?
j2: another great observation!
theorris: utah, the not so mormon state!