Barbara is like kryptonite, she is also a bartender at Lodge. We sent one of our best interviewers to mingle with her, and find out who Barbara really is. Unfortunately, after creeping and lurking around the bar for a couple of minutes, her sexiness left him tongue tied, which in turn, left me, the editor, without any content. So instead of doing just an exposé, I decided it was best to insert excerpts of this twisted and incompetent interview.
M-C.com: Barbara, soooooo…is that your real name?
M-C.com: Cooool, so what time do you end work?
M-C.com: Really shitty. I was thinking that after work, you could come to my place. Did the Canadians win?
Barbara: What? Who are you?
At this point, I was finishing my pint of Boreal Rousse (fuck the imports), when I saw him pick up and bolt for the door. Where he went, I don't know, but somewhere out there, he is piecing it all together, wondering how her sexiness could penetrate his mind like kryptonite.