Fuck. Sorry, JSexton. I still think the gambit idea was a bad one, though.
Bar’s open.
Balls, balls, balls.
I’ve I give you a name, you make the drink, right? I’ll have a Board Crash.
…If!
Homophones lurk in the cortex, preying upon the unwary. Or dumb.
It’s no wonder that Og has minions. If you were Him, would you get up at 3am just to make a Day-end post?
It reminds me of something: It’s 3am, and most Dopers are safely asleep. But there’s a deity at The One and Only Meridian, and he’s typing. Something’s happening on the Board, and our votes decided who will be banned…
Hey, you don’t see ME flaking out just because Fallout 3 is here. =P
I’m pretty sure MHaye lives in the UK. Why else would he drink tea all the time? I still don’t understand why he doesn’t substitute beer, though. Everybody I’ve met from the UK drinks much more beer than tea. It may just be the crowd I run with, though.
On a lighter note, I’d like to thank Og for the extra two hours we were given at Dusk. If it weren’t for those two hours [del]in the middle of the fucking night[/del] we had to strategerize, I don’t know what we would have done!
You are welcome.
Well that sucks. Hopefully we have a vig.
Its too early for a creative drink order so I’ll just take a Mountain Dew, oh look at that I’ve got one in front of me, Man you’re good Boozy.
It wasn’t in the middle of the night for all of us - and if I did have to work sometimes I would have love to strategerize on my own - would have been great
…well crap.
Coffee, please, and make that 10 creams and 8 sugars. You do sell by the gallon, right?
Hey now! Make sure to quote the smile so it doesn’t look like I’m a total asshole. A partial one will suffice.
Whoah, you guys use Bushisms in Denmark, too? Speaking of Denmark, this girl taught us a drinking song in Danish. Here’s what I remember:[spoiler]
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Good times!
Ooh ooh that sounds like a fun way to kill time before tomorrow. Make new drinks.
I’ll take a Hamster Suicide.
Who wants to tell me what goes in it?
Well, I hate to say “I told you so,” …
Actually, wait a minute, I don’t hate that. I told you so!
Gimme a Guinness, stat!
Please.
Yeah, I’ll take that beer now, Boozy. Better make it a couple.
Sorry, J.
Meh. Can’t say I didn’t bring it on myself. Sorry, folks. See you next game.
A Board Crash, eh? Something that happens with regularity and is frequently damaging? Regularity… and damaging…
One castor oil and moonshine coming right up!
Hey, that’s what you guys don’t pay me for!
We only have coffee in the Cosby style around here: old, black and bitter. But hey: at least it’s cold!
I’m leavin’ that one alone
Tap’s open for you all night long, Kid.
Come on:
You meet a girl - don’t ask her to sing
You meet someone teaching a drinking song - drink!!! (why sing?)
Conclusion: You did it right - you DO remember the girl, you forgot the song… but [I guess] you did get drunk [/end of guess]
If you ever need to learn a Danish drinking song I’d love to sing (trust me… you don’t what to hear): “Sejler op af åen”, “Vi skåler for vores venner” eller “For han er en af vor egne”…
If you want to drink with me… I believe the bar is open… Booze: Can I have an “orgasm”… please???
Only because you asked so nicely.
The girl was one of my best buddy’s gal pals. We were all talking about rugby songs, and she used to play in college, so she sang one she remembered. I’m trying to remember how the one the women sing goes… something like this:
My boyfriend’s a post man a post man a post man, my boyfriend’s a post man a post man a post man. All day he licks stamps and licks stamps and licks stamps and at night he comes home and licks me!
My boyfriends’ a carpenter a carpenter a carpenter, my boyfriend’s a carpenter a carpenter a carpenter. All day he pounds nails and pounds nails and pounds nails and at night he comes home and pounds me!
Well, if you’re handing them out . . . two please. One for while I’m at work and another for home.