... so anyway - I went into this pub with my mate, and the barmaid there had MASSIVE norks.
We're both ale drinkers.

"Yes, darlin' - what can I get you?" she asks.

"Two pints of Bristols, please ... two pints of BITTER! Please ... " I splutter, going absolutely fucking crimson as I take a scowl that would curdle Simon Cowell's own porridge.

I go to the table with our pints, and reiterate the event to my mate.

Kindly, he reassures me it's fine - "It's perfectly innocent" he says, "It's known as a 'Freudian slip' - it's when you accidentally say what you're thinking about instead of what you meant to say. I do it all the time. For example this morning at brreakfast, I meant to say to my wife 'Could you pass me the TOAST please', and instead I accidentally said 'Thanks for fucking up my entire bloody life you fucking bitch.'"
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Sat 8 May 2010, 15:44, 2 replies)

Heh
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4xMGNKI_gpQ
(rogerzilla, Sat 8 May 2010, 16:40, closed)

That's why I buy beer in jugs. "Can I have two jugs please"
(xixax, Sun 9 May 2010, 7:50, closed)