Discussion in 'Miscellaneous' started by Revdkathy, Nov 12, 2012.
*un-drinks J's beverage*
Shanndee walks into the recently re-opened establishment cautiously. She has been looking for a place to lounge and meet people. Up to this point she has been fairly quiet and flying well under the radar.
She finds a quiet table in a corner to check the place out. She orders a Caesar and watches.
She thinks she will like it here...
How do you order watches at a bar?
*passes out again*
Well..there was that shady character in a trench coat wearing a fedora.
First he asked if I wanted to buy an "M" ...then he showed me a collection of fine watches...
I'll have a drink, but I should warn everyone: I was the Beer Drinking Champion of the World in 2003.
You poor man. Here's a quarter for a shoe shine!
Sesame Street reference! Oh, I love you for that!
Anybody up for a game of darts?
Only if we use the highly illegal lawn darts and other patrons as the targets.
Thanks J.! Have a drink with me and we'll share tales from the 'hood!
...where's that karaoke machine?..."Suuunnny day, sweepin' the clouds away, on my way..."
*voice coming from under the table*
Regrets...I've had a few...but then again...too few to mention
"...to where the air is sweet! Can you tell me how to get, how to get to Sesame Street?"
I read this in the voice of Zoidberg. I thought you should know.
^ I've never seen Futurama so I wouldn't get the joke anyway.
Wanders in, grabs a random chair and throws it at Santaman.
I'd just like a raspberry Italian soda, please.
RevdKathy rises from behind the bar like the creature from the black lagoon. The resemblance is uncanny, thanks to the holy divinity of all hangovers, augmented by a night spent sleeping draped over a beer barrel.
She looks around the gathered community. How nice, she thinks, to see some of the old clientele have remembered this place, and its warm friendly ways of throwing chairs at newcomers to make them welcome. And we have some newcomers, discovering for the first time the delights of good ole' Harry's.
The Revd shakes her head to clear it, and regrets it instantly. Or maybe the room really is on spin cycle. Reaching for a large frying pan (skillet) she asks anyone who is still awake
"Ok, Breakfast. Who's for a full english? I have plenty of bacon!"
Ugh, I had had something typed but something ate it. So here instead is a quick summation.
I'll have a Full English, RevdKathy serves me then hits me in the face when she chucks the frying pan at me as she rushes out the door to work, telling me it's my turn to serve.
Sod it though, everyone knows where the bar is. I'm going to sit here entertaining myself.
I could use a stiff drink...or two or three or four...
Deckerd sweeps imperiously into the room, falls over a chair, smacks her face on the newly swept floor, decides this is as good as it's going to get, rolls over to a more comfortable supine position and orders a double gin and tonic and a bacon roll.
Bob The Skutter Drops the frying plan flat on Deckerd's face. "Make it yourself."
Breakfast... I'll have bacon, eggs, more bacon, more eggs, pancakes, more pancakes, and since I'm still a little drunk, I'll sing:
ROLL OUT THE BARREL
WE'LL HAVE A BARREL OF FUN
ROLL OUT THE BARREL
WE'VE GOT THE BLUES ON THE RUN
ZING BOOM TA-RA-REL
SING OUT A SONG OF GOOD CHEER
NOW'S THE TIME TO ROLL THE BARREL
FOR THE GANG'S ALL HERE!!!!
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