Heckles
Forget the drunk bloke at the back yelling incoherent nonsense. Sometimes a well placed heckle can raise a mediocre act to a brilliant night out.
Tell us your best heckles and, if you are brave, the retorts that put you back in your place like the maggot you are.
( , Thu 6 Apr 2006, 13:13)
Forget the drunk bloke at the back yelling incoherent nonsense. Sometimes a well placed heckle can raise a mediocre act to a brilliant night out.
Tell us your best heckles and, if you are brave, the retorts that put you back in your place like the maggot you are.
( , Thu 6 Apr 2006, 13:13)
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trivia night
there's a restaurant in my college town that does trivia monday night. my buddies and i are mostly there for the 1$ tall boy cans, and ripping into the mc, who slings it back just as hard. however, the crowd often includes teams full of drunk frat boy types, who have their little rival teams and whatnot. so one evening, two kids on different teams keep going at each other, and at one point are going back and forth across the restaurant in a "you wish..." "no, you wish...". after a few such exchanges, i pipe in with the juvenile "your mom wishes....she'd aborted." cue a silent restaurant, whilst my friends are in hysterics and i try to avoid eye contact with two angry fratty douchebags.nothing ever came of it.
we were asked to leave and not return when we submitted as an answer "shit on my dick, or blood on my knife?" while our answer turner-inner stood by the mc's table with a half cocked grin.
( , Fri 7 Apr 2006, 4:32, Reply)
there's a restaurant in my college town that does trivia monday night. my buddies and i are mostly there for the 1$ tall boy cans, and ripping into the mc, who slings it back just as hard. however, the crowd often includes teams full of drunk frat boy types, who have their little rival teams and whatnot. so one evening, two kids on different teams keep going at each other, and at one point are going back and forth across the restaurant in a "you wish..." "no, you wish...". after a few such exchanges, i pipe in with the juvenile "your mom wishes....she'd aborted." cue a silent restaurant, whilst my friends are in hysterics and i try to avoid eye contact with two angry fratty douchebags.nothing ever came of it.
we were asked to leave and not return when we submitted as an answer "shit on my dick, or blood on my knife?" while our answer turner-inner stood by the mc's table with a half cocked grin.
( , Fri 7 Apr 2006, 4:32, Reply)
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