This explains the hair in my drink

I like it when they massage my cocktail.

What’s the rub

Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder.

THIS is why the chicken crossed the road.

It’s obviously a typo… it’s suposed to be “Beauty Saloon Message”.

Clint Eastwood had a good day.

We prepared the seat in which it depilated for you.

Sassoon, spitoon, and muscle tune.

Waxing, whiskey and woohoo!

Bartender! A Perrier and water, please.

This bar has a much friendlier sort of bar-girl

I was wearing shampoo goggles.

Oops, sorry about the Barbicide in your bourbon.

♩ ♪ Where have all the cowboys gone? ♫

“They’res only room in this town for one masseuse”

The OK Carol is right next door!

Barber: “The important question about your hairstyle is this: do you feel lucky, punk?”

Beauty Saloon Massage . . .
What’s the massage, um . . . message?

Much better than your typical salon full of cowboys in the middle of a dessert.

Because even Billy the Kid gets tense muscles after stealing and murdering all day. 🙂

Guess it depends on whether you have a beauty or not.

The best combination of the Salon nd the Saloon since Scott Joplin.

Howdy, Pard’ner. I like your hair.

The family barber shop outside my apartment proudly proclaims itself as “Ezaki Hair Saloon”…

The massage is to make you feel better. The beer is to make ME feel better.

Photo 1: Our beautiful premises.

Photo 2: An unconscious patron who had to much to drink and
twisted her right arm badly in a brawl rests in
the First Aid / Make-Up room.

Relax and enjoy your massage with our complimentary chew, your own individual spittoon, and bottle of whiskey. Please take all altercations outside, and refrain from harassing the women folk. Ya’ll enjoy your stay now ya hear.

I’m here to drink whiskey and take a mud bath… and I’m all out of whiskey.

Black Bart paid a visit once and tried to do his playing-piano-with-his-gun trick in the shiatsu room, with tragic results.