Oh, sorry, I thought this was the Man-Bear-Pig Pub. My mistake. So sorry....
We incorporated the Man-Bear-Pig Pub last winter, and the Lizard-Elephant-Paramecium Grill over the summer. Care for a drink?
To the Righteous belong the fruits of violent victory. The rest of us will have to settle for warm friends, warm lovers, and a wink from a quietly supportive universe.
Its probably for the best. I think the health department and the SPCA were eying the ol' Man-Bear-Pig. Wow, I'm really tired. A drink right now would probably send me right over the edge. Sure, I'll have a double of whatever BS is drinking.
That there; exactly the kinda diversion we coulda used.
Gwalchmai wrote:Its probably for the best. I think the health department and the SPCA were eying the ol' Man-Bear-Pig. Wow, I'm really tired. A drink right now would probably send me right over the edge. Sure, I'll have a double of whatever BS is drinking.
Um, you want double of everything?
To the Righteous belong the fruits of violent victory. The rest of us will have to settle for warm friends, warm lovers, and a wink from a quietly supportive universe.
Well, at this point, anything would be better than nothing....
[/digression] Actually, true story here. Someone I know was out drinking this weekend and thought she'd tackle her friend. She hit the sidewalk face first and broke her two front teeth. Being so drunk, she didn't feel the pain for another day, then spent the day at the dentist today. When she mentioned her woes to another friend (who relayed the story to me), this friend told her that now she could go to Halloween parties as an "ineffectual beaver!" We had a field day with that one.
The dangers of drinking.... don't try this at home! [/end digression]
Ok, serve them up!
That there; exactly the kinda diversion we coulda used.
Right! One BS Vodkaginwhiskeyrumbabatequila Special in the usual gallon jug! Enjoy!
By the way, why did your friend tackle her friend?
To the Righteous belong the fruits of violent victory. The rest of us will have to settle for warm friends, warm lovers, and a wink from a quietly supportive universe.
Excellent! Thank you. I shall take this to bed with me and let you know if I wake up in the morning.
I'm not sure why she wanted to tackle her buddy. I'm not entirely certain of the workings of unusually tall young women. I suspect they were just funnin' around.
The sad part is that after hearing about this, and the inefectual beaver part especially, my three office mates spent a good half hour joking about it, eventually degenerating into refering to our wounded friend as The Beaver, which works on many levels for those of us with senses of humor straight from the gutter. Ironically, The Beaver has a bumpersticker on her car (from the last administration) that reads "The only Bush I trust is my own!" You probably had to be there, but we were haveing a great time and fully intended to relay all our supurb humor to our wounded friend as soon as she came back to work. Now for the sad turn: The admin person eventually spoke with her and found out that she wants to keep it all a secret, so the other friend who had originally told us the story admonished us to not let on that she had spilled the beans. Now we can't talk about it anymore! :speech:
LOL, its probably better this way. We were getting pretty crass...
That there; exactly the kinda diversion we coulda used.
Gwalchmai wrote:The sad part is that after hearing about this, and the inefectual beaver part especially, my three office mates spent a good half hour joking about it, eventually degenerating into refering to our wounded friend as The Beaver, which works on many levels for those of us with senses of humor straight from the gutter.
Regrettably, I number among those.
Ironically, The Beaver has a bumpersticker on her car (from the last administration) that reads "The only Bush I trust is my own!" You probably had to be there, but we were haveing a great time and fully intended to relay all our supurb humor to our wounded friend as soon as she came back to work. Now for the sad turn: The admin person eventually spoke with her and found out that she wants to keep it all a secret, so the other friend who had originally told us the story admonished us to not let on that she had spilled the beans. Now we can't talk about it anymore!
How can you keep something like that a secret? I mean, it's pretty obvious. It's not like she can really get away with saying, "Oh, I was just attending a Terry Thomas Convention." But cheer up! I assume she's going to get it repaired. That means you can always joke about it after she comes back with teeth renewed with a good munch. And yes, that's crude.
LOL, its probably better this way. We were getting pretty crass...
What? Never!
To the Righteous belong the fruits of violent victory. The rest of us will have to settle for warm friends, warm lovers, and a wink from a quietly supportive universe.
*snorts*
Gwally that's a priceless story, ROFLMAO!
Good to see you btw
Kind of reminds me of the time I considered starting a pub thread and calling it: The Broken Beaver." In honour of my general disgust at my homeland...
I then decided that perhaps the name might elicit too much gutter humour right from the start (Instead of just degenerating from about the middle of the first page as is more normal )
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Gwalchmai wrote:Oh, sorry, I thought this was the Man-Bear-Pig Pub. My mistake. So sorry....
I don't remember coming across that pub before. Is it one of those places which cannot be seen by the naked human eye (but possible with an infra-red camera)?
''They say truth is the first casualty of war. But who defines what's true? Truth is just a matter of perspective. The duty of every soldier is to protect the innocent, and sometimes that means preserving the lie of good and evil, that war isn't just natural selection played out on a grand scale. The only truth I found is that the world we live in is a giant tinderbox. All it takes...is someone to light the match" - Captain Price
