At the Saturday meeting of The Beer Lovers Society:
"Brother Huckleberry, step foreward!"
Huck comes to the front of the room, head down staring at the ground.
"Brother Huckleberry, it has been reported to us that you left a case of Beer by a raditor. True or false?"
"Well, I can explain..."
"Quiet! True or false?"
"True, Grand Taster."
"And what is rule 3 of our Society?"
"Never leave a beer behind, a beer unopened, a beer undrunk."
"Good, Brother Huckleberry. So you admit breaking our sacred rules?"
Between muffled sobs, Huckleberry quietly answers, "Yes, Grand Taster."
"And what was the condition of the beer when you finally drank it?"
"Well sir, it tasted like warm pisswater."
A groan goes up from the crowd.
"And what was your condition, Brother Huckleberry, when you drank the beer?"
"Well sir, I was in bed in my underwear and watching "Leather Lads" on the telly."
A louder groan goes up, several sounds of retching.
"Brother Huckleberry, I have no choice but to impose a 30 days punishment on you."
"No sir, not 30 days without beer!"
"Worse that that I'm afraid, Brother. For the next 30 days you can drink nothing but.....Miller Lite!"
Huck falls to the floor, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Originally posted by MontyMooserec'd.. now that was funny
At the Saturday meeting of The Beer Lovers Society:
"Brother Huckleberry, step foreward!"
Huck comes to the front of the room, head down staring at the ground.
"Brother Huckleberry, it has been reported to us that you left a case of Beer by a raditor. True or false?"
"Well, I can explain..."
"Quiet! True or false?"
"True, Grand Taster." ...[text shortened]... ller Lite!"
Huck falls to the floor, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Originally posted by KatonahYou do realise you are no longer allowed to smoke in Irish pubs, don't you?
If you live in Ireland and have a case of beer your either a liar or a fool for phony imports. May I suggest a nice pub pulled Murphy's? Forget the stink water by 24 and sit and have a fag and enjoy the pub!
Or are you talking about a gay bar?