The, ahem, house porter is only about ten minutes old right now, but i've still got several bottles i filched on the way over here . . . ye'll just have to be patient, it'll be at least 15 minutes till i can tap that keg . . .
Wot? I done heard the bar was open and thar was topless chicas dancin' in here.
Can I get me a JD and Coke tall?
Just whistle, you can whistle can't you?
Comin' up, Boss . . . an' watch out fer that Nancy boy next to ye, if ye tread on his toes, he'll start cryin' agin, then his mascara will run, and he'll just get worse, then we'll never shut him up . . .
Sure, darlin', just put yer lips together an . . . blow . . .
(God, warn't she gorgeous in that movie, all of 19 years old she was . . .)
She were that. And in love too.
Can I get a cup of hot tea, with honey and lemon, and a double shot of Tanqueray?
Life is grand, and grander still when the lens has been treated liberally with a few drops of the crayture . . .
Why certainly, me little lady, yer dogs is house-broke, ain't they?
They aren't really broken at all, just a bit sad that the great white hunter got into his big green wagon and rode away.
Another rawhide will keep them happy and quiet.
two rawhides, comin' up . . .
Tanqueray? God help me, I'm going to vomit.... What in the world do you want to drink that poison for! Phew....
Who would think, 2 years and 2 months later, and we are still all sitting around in a shabeen getting sotty.....God, how I missed that...this is grand, just grand....but no red high heels, ehBeth, too early in the evening.
Barkeep, bring your gorgeous bod down this way, and how does one keep track of the postings?
sumac
Sheesh Betheh you scared me for a second.
Ye should have a link on the top, at the right, hentitled "view topics you have posted in" -- note the time of yer last post, and then click there, look fer the name of the last person postin' to this thread, an' the time, an' ye'll know if that post came after yers . . .
Hey uhh.. barkeep! Have ye got a wee rawhide back there? Killer here is kinda lookin' a bit long in the tooth. He usually only gets Scooby Snacks..
That an' some pigs ears as well, we cater to shady types of both the two- an' the four-legged variety . . .
And which be you, dear Setanta?
Pickled pigs feet and pickled eggs, guess I'll need more beer.
God, i'm glad we abandon t'ese playces on a rigular basis, can ye imagine the stench about noon tamarra . . .
No comment, Sumac, darlin' . . .
Come out da rain and what do you find???
A fine and dandy party goin on...with all the goins on
Gosh, just love this place, think Ill sit a spell
How Bout a SoCo fella?
