A Pint For Your Troubles
Posted on July 15th, 2009 by D. Aristophanes
Saturday 6pm Teh Castle (edinburgh) meet up
lemme know if good or not
YOU GET: The raceuntourship of ONE (1) S,N! regaller, namely me, pre-pissed (hours available 5.30 pm PT GMT) or pissed (any mean time after said earlier show-up) … PRICE: 1 (one) (1) (4) pints (extra charge: 1 gram of cocaine (1 EMT visit) [tradeable puts on otherwise equitable options ([{1 gram of only the BEST quality meth/rooms)]}
zombies will be unavailable, so shotguns and brain protection not necessary.
you fuckin humourless dildos.
While we’re on the subject, if you guys are doing a piss-off in Portland I’m gonna be there around my birthday, and what better time to get blind drunk and discuss Teh Buttox than the day we dropped the fucking Bomb.
zrn and a ‘you will be missed’ in blatant scare quotes … amend that by performance at set time at set location or risk irrelevancy forever
keep in mind i will be singing old irish sea shanty lyrics to the tune of hit disney tween series’ theme songs upon request
Edinburgh…is that anywhere near central Florida?
bonusL: sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo fukked up right now*
*cut-and-paste as needed
Edinburgh…is that anywhere near central Florida?
yes it is on the opposite side of assorted arse ends of the universe, yes
The question, of course, is whether you are a true Scotsman.
I’m Manx, thanx very much
imagine the ‘nae true scotsman’ fallacy only with alaskans and sarah palin, and you start to appreciate kant
btw mencken will be there in spirt if not in form but leonard pierce will send his regards via explosionary membranes
gavin, brad and tintin are planning a expository youtube sketch and I think hilzoy is scheduled for the encore but seb is playing it close to the vest
this IZZZZZZZZZZZZZz some people’s last hurrah (BTW) and really should not be missed. Tbogg vs Roy vs Erick Erickson mud fight anybody? You won’t be hip to it if you don’t trip to it, folks
Maybe those of us who can’t be there could chip in on an FTD Humourless Dildo Bouquet™?
D. Aristophanes said,
July 15, 2009 at 6:07 (kill)
bonusL: sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo fukked up right now*
Ahh, those are the kinds of brainz I likes…..
DA is apparently unhinged by the HUMOURLESS DILDOS..
kingubu hits me with the pre-emptive humorless dildo trigger…..
this IZZZZZZZZZZZZZz some people’s last hurrah (BTW)
Say what?
Good God don’t make me set up a PayPal account just to spite you kingubu … fucking christ almighty on a slow donkey ride to hell please for the love of christ just got to the EDINBURGH CASTLE in BLOODY FAKKIN SAN FRANDISCO already to see what might have been had Frank Black never quit the pixies
ah, sweet pasta I can’t believe how ridiculous that previous thread got, and NO TROLLS.
It’s like the old days, when we all were young, strong, and screwing Pornstars….
Say what?
Yeah, yeah, the hyperbole of the commons, what can I say?
humourless Edinburgh Dildo Castle?
raceuntourship
Ahem! [Drums fingers on desk.]
It’s like the old days, when we all were young, strong, and screwing Pornstars….
It. Can. Be. That. Way. Again. (only with less youth, strength and pornstars)
This Saturday? Fuck. I’m going to be in New York.
Dammit, I really wanna get drunk with you guys, just once…
Every Tuesday night they’re taken offline and reprogrammed with the latest talking points.
Noe owned by true Scotsmen, then?
There’ll be other times, JM, I’m sure … but TAKE THAT AS A WARNING – you may be missing out if you don’t show up and imagine THAT on you’re tombstone … looser
Oh, and how about the Starry Plough next time? It’s more Irish than most bars in Ireland, and I’ve been to them.
Only the best boat person proprietorship for us M. Bouffant, lest our chips be fried less salty-earthy
I’ll go to the Starry Plough of a Saturday, but next day’s mass is a terrible calamity
Only the best boat person proprietorship for us M. Bouffant, lest our chips be fried less salty-earthy</I.
this has a pleasant, less than coherent aspect to it.
I will have two of what DA has been having…
and if I had had less rum I would NOT have fucked up the tags.
But thankfully, WordPress will fuck us back, humourlessly….
zombie – I know, I know, it’s verging on offensive, but there ya go and I’m off to beddy
Salty-Earthy Humourless Dildo, that’s our watchword….
So I’m on the N ( a. street. car.) tonight and I’m having a whale of a time telling one young shirtless fellow to get the ‘zorro’ mark from his obvious girlfriend and the whole train is laughing but then I recognize that I’m so old but fuck it and we had a laugh and there you go, and now I’m home and the terrible fear is setting in, but then I remember that it could be worse and it could be better, case in point: an outspoken zorro adventure on the train.
Man this is some Fafblog-level shit I can’t even begin to comprehend
fafblog wuz amateurs try the dietary restrictions here and ye’ll be blow via the mind-opening
blown via the mind-opening (see I’m an admin and could fix that elegantly and same-time … but I don’t ….why?)
“i will be singing old irish sea shanty lyrics to the tune of hit disney tween series’ theme songs upon request”
I thought Obama outlawed torture?
BTW, where’s the linky to buy you a salad?
but I don’t ….why?
Answer: Laziness and general ineptitude … which applies to more to more circumstances than most would care to imagine, to wit: everything fucked that has happened since whenever
buy you a salad?
Don’t – vegetable matter scares me, slices are more my pie
BTW, where’s the linky to buy you a salad?
Then again, Whole Foods on a Wednesday, the make-your-own salad with the spinach leaf, feta and Chinese noodles is divine.
But I would never take the hint of cash for it, runners out teh door are a dif matter and more my style
fuck i miss the people that inspired me in my youth it’s a sad day that goes by that we don’t remember them
As I said before, I might be able to rope my liver into a bit more punishment. There’s no way I’m even going to try to keep pace with the rest of you humorless dildos, though. A pint, perhaps two, will have to keep me.
I’ll have a double of young, strong and screwing pornstars, however.
Dang D. A., do you need one of those blow into it before you post doo-dads?
I was on, I think, the “J” once in the early early ’70s & was sitting right behind a guy who had a little finger growing from his left thumb. Just curved off like a tree branch, circumference of maybe a ball-point pen, had a little nail on it & everything.
justme will be fine of the payment plan for outrageous excess, i’z guarantee. Take ‘er easy etc., not a prob.
BUT GOOD FUCKING GOD, M. BOUFFANT – THAT IS LIKE A PHILIP K DICK NOVEL AS SEEN THRU THE EYES OF SATAN, YOU SICK PUPPY!
had a little nail on it & everything.
Scuse mah vestigial finGAHs…
When is Sadly No: the Honoluluing?
So, had you been on the “L” line, do you suppose it would have stuck straight out?
I’m going to be avoiding the “M” and “K” lines until I forget all about this.
Belial?
Humourless? I will have you know that I am covered with bile and phlegm.
Once on the J, a guy was sitting there quietly (like ya do), then stood up and announced to the world, “A man… is not a DOG.” He then sat down and was quiet again.
Howard
Hey A Dildo,
That’s pretty gross. Just sayin’. Also.
Are vestigal toes accceptable?
(to continue John Wyndham theme from previous thread).
You would not happen to have six fingers on your right hand?
Inigo Montoya said,
Now there’s a fine how’s-your-father!
Great bar, can’t make it. Knock one back for me.
Next meetup should be at the actual Edinburgh Castle. I was hoping for a siege.
I keep threatening to plan a Boston Drinking Sadlyly, but never manage. I suppose I actually should before little Studebaker arrives. So… Boston folks, which of the first few weekends in August work for you?
I should start riding the N train…
I will try to make the Castle Saturday. Also.
Wait, what happened last night? Why do I have a black eye and a missing kidney?
I dint do nothin, DA. I just watched.
I have the dubious honour of living in this fair city, count me in. Where & when?
yeah, that’s the problem with society today. Nobody wants to get involved.
shoter DA: who needs fukin twitter
Ah, the Castle. One of the many establishments that used to take what should have been my rent money in return for strong drink. It was a very long time ago that the St. Anksar’s Society met there. Any one have retrievable memories imprinted on functioning brain cells from back then?
Oh, the full name was the “Humorless St. Anskar’s Society.” We were very serious.
Seriously.
I’ll be there. And I shall spread the word.