Seriously, a bar “dedicated to How I Met Your Mother” in New York City? Are peoples’ lives up there so empty and/or vapid that they commit themselves to celebrating a patently-average television comedy because, like, it, sooooo speaks to our lives here in the greatest city on earth!!!!!1!!!! OMG THE WRITERS OF HIMYM USED TO HANG OUT HERE SO LET’S GO HANG OUT THERE AND TELL EVERYONE WE HANG OUT THERE BECAUSE THERE’S A BAR WHERE TV SHOW WRITERS USED TO HANG OUT AND WE CAN HANG OUT AND WE’RE SUPER COOL AND WHOA HOW AWESOME IS ALL THIS FUCK YOU SMALL TOWN THAT I’LL END UP CRAWLING BACK TO WITH DASHED DREAMS AND MEMORIES OF MONDAY NIGHTS AT MCGEE’S!!!!!
Things like this lend validation to Murican disdain for East Coast libruls.
It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia viewing parties? Acceptable. Because it’s an actually creative show, not watered-down network prime-time dreck that’s gone on three or four years too long.
How I Met Your Mother gatherings? Warrant a collective timeout.
