Cold Ale - The Blokes' Thread!

[LostPrincess13]

**takes LostPrincess out to see the weasel and looks up to see the meteor shower**

Look up...Wow!! That looks awesome...

Ok then...

I get a dart from the dartboard, kneel down and throw it underhand, impaling the weasel through the throat and lifting it a few feet up in the air, twitching and pinned against the wall.

'Sorry about the mess!' I shout, as blood trickles onto the floor from its throat, all over the floor.

Awwww! Thanks you guys! That was awfully nice of you! Although, I was kinda thinking of keeping the weasel as a pet... Oh well...

But luckily the bottle topples over intact, and I put it back on the bar.

Thanks very much Silas! That's lucky, I found the bottle in front of the establishment this morning. A gift form a stranger...

We have a new dart champion!!

Don't worry...I'll take care of the clean-up. Does anybody have a good recipe for weasel??

Yey Silas! And thanks JDC! The cleaning materials are in the supply closet. The stain removal liquid was endorsed by Jerry Seinfeld.

[prendrelemick]

Now the Cricket season is upon us, perhaps we could organise a match against The Groucho or Whites. I would certainly be up for it, I've bowled many a maiden over with my googlies.

I've also got a slow arm over the wicket Chinaman that has bamboozled many a blue.



Lets see what Google translater makes of that one, eh

[The Atheist]

I've also got a slow arm over the wicket Chinaman that has bamboozled many a blue.

Lets see what Google translater makes of that one, eh

Nice!

[Silas Thorne]

I've bowled many a maiden over with my googlies.

[Lokasenna]

If I may say, having just checked this thread for the first time today, you all appear to have gone completely insane!

Weasels, meteors and googlies... I'm confused and vaguely terrified...

[Michael T]

If I may say, having just checked this thread for the first time today, you all appear to have gone completely insane!

Weasels, meteors and googlies... I'm confused and vaguely terrified...

It's all this free-flowing alcohol...Hic!

[Silas Thorne]

You know, they're keeping a tab. They know where you live, Michael.

[Niamh]

But only if you are wearing flack jackets and steel helmets. The same goes for those attending an Irish wedding.

I'm insulted!

[Michael T]

Best I put a little something behind the bar then Silas!





That should keep the Management happy.

[Scheherazade]

That should keep the Management happy.

Do you think you could actually "buy" the Management like that?

*pushes the money under the counter swiftly*

However, it might help you keep the thread open for a little longer...

[Michael T]

However, it might help you keep the thread open for a little longer...

My round then!

[LostPrincess13]

Now the Cricket season is upon us, perhaps we could organise a match against The Groucho or Whites. I would certainly be up for it, I've bowled many a maiden over with my googlies.

I've also got a slow arm over the wicket Chinaman that has bamboozled many a blue.

Lets see what Google translater makes of that one, eh

*at a complete loss* Um, is there a certain language that only men can understand?

If I may say, having just checked this thread for the first time today, you all appear to have gone completely insane!

Weasels, meteors and googlies... I'm confused and vaguely terrified...

*giggles* Not to worry Loki! Everything's fine. Just a little pest control. Though I'm curious to know how the weasel got in here...

It's all this free-flowing alcohol...Hic!

Looks like someone has exceeded his alcohol limit! Might I suggest coffee instead?

Best I put a little something behind the bar then Silas!





That should keep the Management happy.

My round then!

That's very generous of you! That'll take care of the damage the weasel caused...

[Emil Miller]

I'm insulted!

I'm quite upset that you feel offended so to cheer you up I have a little Irish joke for you.

Taking a wee break from the golf circuit, Tiger Woods drives his new Buick Rendezvous into an Irish petrol station. An attendant greets him in a typical Irish manner, unaware who the driver is.."top o'the mornin to ya".

As Tiger gets out of the car, two golfing tees fall out of his pocket.

"So what are those, son?" ask the attendant.

"They're called tees," replied Tiger.

"And what would ya be usin 'em for, now?" inquired the Irishman.

"Well, they're for resting my balls on when I drive," replied Tiger.

"Aw, Jaysus, Mary and' Joseph!" exclaimed the Irish attendant. "Those fellas at Buick think of everything!"

[Niamh]

[skib]

Quickly skib, get the rifle. Be careful, try not to hit the whiskey!

*runs into the room with deer rifle, sweating*
Whew! I got here as quick as I could! What's the problem?
*notices dead weasel*
Oh, wow . . . there's a weasel pinned to the dartboard . . .