I woulda been preparing my roundhouse.
It’s pretty brutal
Maybe the guy was trying to create teams… you know the skins vs. shirts… and then in your drunken stupor Neil you mistook the “skinhead” talk for “I’m skins, you’re shirts.” And then they were going to have anal sex on the pool table til the fat girl came along to get involved and they were all like “ewwwww”…
That’s probably what really happened. Neil and his gay bar antics…
crazyness in here
j/k Neil… glad you didn’t get hurt!
Double bags!
Oy! Es falt fun di hent!
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best bar weapon…
a fellow human being
i usually just use my bare hands like the real man that i am.
I’ve never really been in a fight. Like, a serious serious fight. With punches to the face and shit. I generally avoid confrontation.
I like joking around wrestling with a couple of my buddies after a copious amount of whiskey shots. Even that can be a little dangerous. Damn rug burns.
I hate it when nothing happens in here, and then all of a sudden, there’s a million posts!
But it’s all good.
The Meat board is over there <—
Grab your meat and beat it!
I saw that on CGD and it seems like he did make a very concerted effort to get on TV quite a bit.
But it was cool, because every time they showed KH…a few seconds would elapse and then here comes the “Fluffhead” scrolling across the screen…almost like a ticker.
I enjoyed it.
Einstein Mouse is caught and safely looking for another home down the road. I used peanut butter so he had to sit in the trap to eat. When I let him out he looked disgruntled that I had disturbed his dinner. C YA!
Now I have to deal with Stealth Mouse who lives upstairs somewhere… I know he’s here because he revealed himself a month or two ago and then disappeared. Tho his little droppings are found in conspicuous places every now and then. He is not nearly as bold as Einstein but perhaps more clever… Maybe Stealth Mouse will truly challenge me to a battle of the ages.
Where I could control the amount of food Einstein received because he was in the basement Stealth Mouse will be harder… who knows what food he is getting into and how much he has stashed?? Who knows his clever little schemes. When I recline in the evening I here noises in the kitchen… he’s probably frying up eggs and bacon. This could prove to be difficult.
I take it you don’t own a cat?
I hate mice but I know that if one ever did show up my cats would take care of bidness.
Sir Neil said:
"I take it you don’t own a cat?
I hate mice but I know that if one ever did show up my cats would take care of bidness."
Well I had a little argument yesterday with the lady of the house in favor of a cat… but shes putting the hammer down. I would purge the house of the little vermin and buy a cat to keep guard… course I’d need to take care of the basement mice. I may just show up with a cat one day HA!
Well if she says no then I suppose that is the law of the land…
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You could always buy a cute little kitten and bring it home one day. I’d like to see anyone with a heart say “get rid of that little kitten now!”
Unless they’re, like, deathly allergic or something.