Fellas, Jack has stepped out again. He was mumbling something about 2 goats, a trannie and a '69 VW microbus when he threw me the keys. I left em hanging next to the sawed-off 12 gauge under the bar.
Kegs are in the basement. If it taps out on your pull, you tap a new. That's a rule.
J, you want a drink with more than 2 ingredients, you're making it yourself. Ice counts as an ingredient.
If you want a glass, get it. If you want a clean glass, wash it.
Yeah that's Ped in the corner booth. Just let him be, don't say anything about him being naked. He took his tag off... Long story, let it go.
That guy in the other corner, playing with his balls? That's Paul.... What? He's juggling you hoodlums. Geez! Say balls around here and everyone gets their knickers in a twist. Alex/Roo... Not talking to you, sit down!
Bomerbolt, did you say something? Couldn't quit here ya...
Tink, faerie lights? Ok...whatever. Until Jack and his trannie get back, your in charge of interior(and exterior) design. Have at it you little pixie you! Roo, sit down, I said. That's was pixie with a lowercase "p". I haven't see the other in weeks , I swear
Enzo, here's your sangria, put some music on please.... Something metal would be nice
MrsRoo, before you sit down anywhere in here, you better break out the sanitizing wipes. You're first 72 rounds are on me.
Noush, I see ya over there. Don't listen to Ghost. All that stuff he says he's giving you if ya join the 'fits is window dressing. Don't buy it man. You know where ya belong.
Good lawd! This is too much work. Jack this establishment is going downhill fast, come back soon!