Good stuff, Shane! Glad to see you do indeed have a funny bone... I was a bit concerned after I wrote that poem about your list. It seemed to have fallen flat, I could hear crickets chirping but no chuckles. Felt rather sheepish about it.
For all my rubs, I've find brits to be a fun lot. I owe two of my wilder drinking stories to you guys. One was in Jamaica with a bunch of drunk British sailors on leave... but that one is too raunchy for this thread.
The other was in the old party district of Atlanta called Buckhead. We had closed most of the clubs down, my friends and I were unwilling to call it a night. We were sitting at the bar in an Irish pub when a group of English businessmen sat down at a table behind us.
They were also displeased that all the clubs were shutting down so early. Somehow our groups got talking and drinking together. At some point they decided to teach us an old pub song. So we played along...
I cannot for the life of me remember the words (I was completely soused) but it was hilarious, sung in verses and there was a routine with each verse (eg, waiving your hands above your head, kneeling down to pray, etc). As we learned a new verse, then we would repeat the last verses all the way back to the beginning.
Anyway, we were having a great time and our routine began to draw a crowd. When we arrived at the last verse, all the Brits yanked their pants down around their ankles!!!
Naturally we did too and sang our way all the way back to the beginning of the song with our pants down!
The whole place was roaring with laughter. The proprietor bought us all a round and begged us to come back and do it again when he had more patrons!
Anyway, I was just poking fun at the mother land. Present company excepted, I like the English.![]()
Seriously though, I don't care what they say, you're alright in my book Shane!
But you still have a small willy!![]()
Bookmarks