Things you don’t overhear in a bar in Jackson, Alabama
“Jeez, what passes for nouvelle cuisine these days is a farce!”
“Group hug!”
“I’ll bet you my BMW’s more fuel efficient than your Volvo.”
“Okay, you can borrow my boa, Vern, but I get to be Frank-n-Furter next week.”
“O’Doul’s for me. I’m going to the county fair later and I want to keep my head together.”
“Give me Moliere’s The Imaginary Invalid over a big set of jugs anyday.”
“I don’t really like Charlie Daniels’ music, but, Christ, what an ass!”
“When it comes to motorcycles and beer, nobody, and I mean nobody, beats those Japs.”
“Jeb, why don’t you entertain us with one of your Judy Garland numbers until the sushi gets here?”
“Hey everbody, let’s tickle Tito!”
“My boy, Ed Jr., wants to be a cross-dresser, so I’m gonna introduce him to some designers, take him to the nightclubs, you know, show him the ropes.”
“Why can’t I find me a woman like Yoko Ono?”