Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Tavern Tales or How The Fight Started…

(A Street Fight Outside A Tavern by Herman Fredrick Carel ten Kate)

Some A-hole looked at my beer belly in the pub last night and sarcastically asked,
"Is that Budweiser or Pabst Blue Ribbon?"
I said, "There's a tap underneath, taste it."
That’s when the fight started…
I was talking to a girl in the bar last night.
She said, "If you lost a few pounds, got a shave, and got your hair cut, you'd look pretty good."
I said, "If I did that, I'd be over there talking to those good looking gris."
That’s when the fight started…
I went to the pub last night, had a shot of Ezra Brooks and saw a fat chick dancing on a table.
I said to her, "Nice legs."
The girl giggled and said with a smile, "Do you really think so."
I said "Definitely, most tables would have collapsed by now."
That’s when the fight started…
I was telling a girl in the pub about my ability to guess what day a woman was born just by feeling their breasts.
"Really" she said, "Go on then... try."
After about 30 seconds of fondling she began to lose patience.
"Come on, what day was I born"?
I said, “Yesterday."
And she didn’t catch on…


Old NFO said...

LOL, good one, I needed a laugh the way THIS day has started... sigh

lotta joy said...

. . . an anonymous person left a comment regarding where to buy boots...then the fight started.

Coffee Slut said...

hahahah LOVE the last one!
Have a great holiday!