Cold Ale - The Blokes' Thread!

[LostPrincess13]

Here's your martini Mr. Carrolb2!



Your brownies Mr. BienvenuJDC:



And your brandy Mr. Prendrelemick:



Anyone else want anything?

[prendrelemick]

There are clubs which have women's areas. Luckily, this is not one of them.

Womens' areas! That would be the kitchen I presume

[Silas Thorne]

The lost one seems perfectly capable behind the bar too. Maybe we'd better not let the liquor authorities know she's serving drinks when she's not old enough to drink them.

[skib]

I'll take a stiff Jack and Coke, easy on the ice.

[Lokasenna]

Womens' areas! That would be the kitchen I presume

That made me chuckle...

And as the weather is so lovely, I'll take a Pimms!

[LostPrincess13]

The lost one seems perfectly capable behind the bar too. Maybe we'd better not let the liquor authorities know she's serving drinks when she's not old enough to drink them.

LOL! I'm sure it's perfectly fine. It's only three more months till I'm of legal age. My dad and I sometimes bond over a few bottles of beer during occasions. I take mine light of course.

I'll take a stiff Jack and Coke, easy on the ice.

Here you are sir!

That made me chuckle...

And as the weather is so lovely, I'll take a Pimms!

Lovely day indeed! Any plans for today sir?

[BienvenuJDC]

Strong coffee...with a bit of cream...and I like it sweet...

Are those molasses cookies I see?

[LostPrincess13]

Strong coffee...with a bit of cream...and I like it sweet...

Are those molasses cookies I see?

On the double! And I hope the presentation isn't too feminine for your taste.

[Michael T]

He pushed the double, heavy oak doors aside and they swung open easily before him, a glint of sunlight flashing on the polished brass ‘MEN ONLY’ signs pinned to each door. The expensive scent of a layer of smoke that hung in the air drifted past as he made his way through the small groups of men, a few in animated conversation, others leaning back languidly, reading the broadsheets or deeply engrossed in some leather bound volume. Others watched, enthralled, the gladiatorial unfolding of a brutal team sport on the wide screen television that hung above the bar between two trophies, huge mounted marlins. There was an air of comfortable assurance about these men, easy in the company of their own sex. Surrounded as they were by the portraits of other men who had shaped the world, that hung everywhere in gilt frames on the panelled walls. Expensive bourbons, whiskeys and foreign beers littered the small tables in crystal glasses and tumblers. As he reached the bar he quickly caught the eye of the one barmaid serving drinks. He made sure to notice the name on the small plastic badge pinned to the chest of her blouse and asked the girl to make sure she put the ice in his glass before the single-malt whisky he had ordered. The girl did as she was asked and as she prepared his drink he made his way to the large humidor at the end of the bar. He picked out a fat, freshly made cigar, instinctively knowing it had been rolled only days before on the glistening thigh of a bronzed eighteen year old Cuban virgin. He put it under his nose and took in the rich, deep satisfying aroma and slowly made his way over to a worn, comfortable-looking red leather armchair and settled down into it. He clipped the end of the cigar, and - taking a match from the silver holder on the table in front of him – struck it on the chin of a brutish looking fellow in a nearby chair, before puffing the cigar into life. An uneasy tension spread about the room, broken only by the swift movement of the barmaid as she slipped lithely between the tables and placed his drink by his side. “Thank you ‘Lostprincess13’” he said, through thickening cigar smoke. “My pleasure ‘Michael T’” she replied smiling back at him. “And may I say… welcome to the Blokes' thread on this forum”.

[The Comedian]

There is story going round that two of our members have been seen in the women's coffee group recently.
Another rumour is that some of the younger US members want to install a juke box in the speakeasy, which doesn't augur well for the relaxed atmosphere required by those who prefer the dulcet tones of the string quartet in the main lounge.
The next thing you know will be pork scratchings among the nibbles placed on the bar counter for the delectation of members and the introduction of Newcastle brown ale on the drinks list.

The Comedian, a young American, strolls into the Blokes' Thread: turns the telly to NASCAR:



Orders a beer,



Selects a song by the greatest singer/songwriter known to men:



And says, "I sure do like this here English establishment you all got here. Yes siree. Anyone wanna arm wrestle? I got the next round for anyone who can beat me. . . . . .I'll give you gents a sec to think about it; I have to go take a piss out back"

[Emil Miller]

He picked out a fat, freshly made cigar, instinctively knowing it had been rolled only days before on the glistening thigh of a bronzed eighteen year old Cuban virgin.

- taking a match from the silver holder on the table in front of him – struck it on the chin of a brutish looking fellow in a nearby chair, before puffing the cigar into life. ”.

I gave up smoking Cuban cigars when I discovered that their being rolled on the thighs of eighteen-year-old virgins was a myth.
Incidentally, the brutish looking fellow whose chin you used as matchbox wasn't drinking Newcastle brown ale and eating pork scratchings by any chance ?

[BienvenuJDC]

On the double! And I hope the presentation isn't too feminine for your taste.

Hmmm...Now when I say coffee, we don't ever need to bring a saucer.



The the molasses cookies that I was referring to were the once without icing!! No three tiered platters either!!

[Michael T]

Incidentally, the brutish looking fellow whose chin you used as matchbox wasn't drinking Newcastle brown ale and eating pork scratchings by any chance ?

That’s exactly the reason I picked him out 'Brian Bean'

[The Atheist]

Womens' areas! That would be the kitchen I presume

“And may I say… welcome to the ‘Blokes thread’ on this forum”.

Seconded!

The Comedian, a young American, strolls into the Blokes' Thread: turns the telly to NASCAR...

You must have the wrong club - the television won't be in until the Ashes start.

[prendrelemick]

The Comedian, a young American, strolls into the Blokes' Thread: turns the telly to NASCAR:

Three of the older members Collapse from apoplexy.