Our daughter was getting ready to head to New Zealand for a year of mission work and started hitting us with random New Zealand facts. One of them: they don’t have dollar bills. They have dollar coins.
Naturally, our first question was:
How the hell do you tip a stripper?
And that was pretty much the beginning of the end.
What should’ve been a five-minute conversation became a running joke between Nicole and Ryan.
Then more jokes.
Then names.
Then stories.
Then an alarming number of conversations that ended with us laughing until our stomachs hurt.
Somewhere along the way, Bruizzers Chuck Club became a place that felt weirdly real, despite absolutely not existing.
Yet.
One ridiculous idea led to another.
Characters got personalities. Personalities got jobs. Jobs got questionable workplace policies. Somehow, superpowers entered the equation.
And once that happened, there was really no putting the toothpaste back in the tube.
Employees appeared. Backstories developed. Terrible management decisions were made.
Thor and Capone joined security.
Aydrian somehow ended up with a butt flap.
Nobody remembers approving half of this.
And somehow, every new idea made perfect sense inside a place that made absolutely no sense at all.
What started with one stupid question about dollar coins became an entire dysfunctional universe we’re still building.
And apparently we’re committed now.
Bruizzers Chuck Club is what happens when creativity, chaos, and questionable decision-making form an LLC.
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