But don't you think it's unwise to let a 17-year-old hang around with a bunch of older guys? She might hear a few things that will offend her delicate ears.
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"Pint o Newkie and a bag of pork scratchin's, please darlin'." (I assume barmaids are exception to no women rule.)
Walks over to juke box, chooses Paranoid, by Black Sabbath.
Actually, the chicks hunkering down on the sidelines doesn't matter in here - somehow, we've created the perfect blokes' room.
See those old oak panels beside the library? Women used to hide behind those and listen through the cracks in the late 1800s.
Little good it did them - whatever they heard, saw or smelt, there was nothing they could do, because what happens in the Blokes' Club, stays in the Blokes' Club and if some demure wee thing was silly enough to admit she'd been caught eavesdropping on gentlemen*, it would have been akin to Queen Victoria admitting to having taken seven of her footmen as lovers at the same time.
These days, the social penury may not be to those lengths, but any Real Woman [TM] would certainly think little of her sister who stooped to such depths.
The cigar smoke always gets them in the end.
;)
*I am referring to gentlemen members of that past - while I am in no position to comment on whether any other participants fit the description, I most certainly, do not.
Yep, some women, are turned on by violence and possessiveness, but luckily, very few.
See above.
:)
Proof!
Not that hard to tell in the end, is it?
Perish the thought.
Just treat them exactly as one would the soft sounds of the string quartet in the far corner by the fire.
There isn't an emoticon here to describe how I exploded with laughter at that!
Classic.
And spit-polish my shoes!
:lol::lol::lol::lol:
Carroll = last name
chalk keeps your hands dry. trying to hold on for dear life is a little hard when your hands are sweaty. and super glue is the best first aid development since the band aid. its like stitches only faster, cheaper, stronger, and it leaves better (and more manly) battle scars.
You would, alas, assume wrong.
Parker, our commissionaire, is well-versed in the recruitment needs of this establishment and we are presently in no need of new staff members. Our last staff member hired was Johnson, the porter, and that was in 1968.
His son has been in training to take over from him later this year, in fact.
In future, please discuss all matters pertaining to the club and employment matters with Mr Parker. His details are here.
Juke box?
I have heard the term, I'm sure.
Isn't that Mozart's Prussian Quartet k575 I can hear?
What's grillin' tonight?
Well it's already well into nightime now so I am finishing off with one packet of Prawn cocktail potato chips and one ridge cut cheddar and onion accompanied by two cans of Tennant's Super strong lager and one of Miller Light to soften the blow. You know, the male atmosphere in this club is so congenial I think I will move in permanently.
Thank you.
Ah, you American chaps and your trans-Atlantic humour!
Parker was mentioning only last week, the time one of your cousins was in the club and asked for something grilled. Sir Nigel was desperate to whip him off to the side room for a proper grilling, but Parker explained that it was a form of cooking used in former colonies rather than a request for de-briefing.
Parker will be pleased to have one of the footmen service your epicurean requests.
Are any of you familiar with Cajun style food?