Well, let's just say that my partner at the time and I were enjoying some Bailey's and we couldn't find any swizzle sticks.
Those are collectibles now, aren't they...
whatever did you do?
Use your imagination, osso.
Hey, everybody! I'm back! Didja miss me?
Went on a 7-day cruise to the Western Caribbean. Just got in and set the suitcases down a few hours ago.
Rum punch for everyone!
(We'll play a little reggae on the jukebox, maybe?)
Damn it girl, of course we missed you. Now get over here and give me a hug!
Hey Bill, love that hat.
I never knew of the existence of this thread, and now you're up to page #39.
Well I never.
Is there a place for a cantankerous old codger of a Scot here?
Sit by me, Mr Codger.
Do my whiskers tickle?
Smooches to a much missed Eva!
What's your pleasure, McTag?
A pub without a Scot is like...
panzade wrote:A pub without a Scot is like...
Undies without skid-marks?
I was thinking along the lines of something more charitable....
Sorry, I had just come back from Col Man's dirty undies in the UK story. A pub without a Scot is like a dog with no master.
It was evident where you'd been Cav
a cup of green tea , please :-)
Some nice Sencha coming up for Thok.
A jamaican blue mountain for me Cav...warm milk and 2 sugars...and Cav, put it on my tab...
Everything at the virtual pub is on the house, virtually.
