Go to Hell and wait.’ By Randall Jobe I may have had, in my 20-plus years of bartending had a few, OK, dozens, OK hundreds of customer complaints. One thin-skinned crybaby once turned me in for the way I said “Thank you.” Now, I am no Meryl Streep, but I do have a knack for

By Randall Jobe Put several homosexual men in one spot, pour the alcohol, stir, and within a few hours you are promised a hook up, a break up, a break down, a fight, or all of the above. Or, if you are lucky, you’ll experience the most descriptive, joke-filled, bitchy comments, and loving exchanges that