I'll get my coat
Our little pool team were due to play a team out in the sticks, and when we eventualy found the god forsaken social club we noticed that the clientelle looked as if they could count up to a bakers dozen using the digits on their hands. Notably, there was one fellow who limped around, had a claw hand and one side of his face was flacid. When he spoke it was like the text book mong of schoolyard taunts. He duly played his game and wiped the floor with our player.
All in all we weren't doing to well, then the mincing barman pranced to the table and handed out a almighty whooping to Ticey, one of our best players, who only got one shot. Dejected and cursing, Ticey returned to the table where, as club captain, I thought to cheer him up.
Speaking loudly, to overcome the volume of the jukebox, I utter the immortal line "At least you only got beat by the gayer. Junior got done by the spastic!"
Just as the song on the jukebox stopped.
We promptly got up and left before some Deliverance style punishment could be meted out.
( monkeyboyalpha jumping on the bandwagon since, Thu 12 May 2011, 13:45, 1 reply)

love it :)

( user_names_suck, Sat 14 May 2011, 1:14, closed)