The Tattooed MoosePosted: March 29, 2015
The final stop on my whirlwind tour of Charleston: the Tattooed Moose.
So many locals had told me to try their duck fries (which, I might add, were delicious), but the true beauty of this place was once again contained inside the cubicle. There were so many interesting remarks upon these walls I almost felt as though I’d taken a philosophy class.
Your life is nothing more than a series of experiences shared with the entirety of humanity. Immortality is found through memories, maybe you should stop being an asshole:
Some final words of wisdom from the washroom walls before I headed back to Montreal:
Any fool can piss on the floor, real men shit on the ceiling
Oh, and by the way, here’s what those legendary duck fat fries look like 😀