A moment's quiet, please
I was visiting a friend of mine who had moved to the country. We were having some nice pints of ale in a lovely little country pub. His new local. It was quite noisy in there, being full of all his new neighbours.

We were having a pleasant, though animated debate about lyrics vs music. He was a poetic wordy type, I don't really care what the music is about as long as it's good. This extends to singing religious music despite being an atheist. (NOTE: I mean stuff like Bach, Vivaldi, Handel, cantatas and requiems, NOT modern hymns.)

To illustrate my point, I said (well, shouted) "If it's quality counterpoint I couldn't care less whether I'm singing 'glory be to god on high' or 'I like sucking Satan's cock'."

You know those strange moments when everyone in a place coincidentally has a conversational pause at the same time, and the whole place goes dead quiet? Exactly at the moment I was yelling the last 5 words.
(Turangalila, Fri 12 Dec 2008, 16:24, 3 replies)

Reminds me of a time in the pub when it went
suddenly eerily quiet and all that could be heard was an incredibly loud female voice saying:

'and I didnt realise til I got home I had cum on my face and in my hair.'

Classy pubs, I go to.
( SpankyHanky, Fri 12 Dec 2008, 17:11, closed)

Clicks
while stifling laughter through my fingers.
(BrainSurgerysFun, Fri 12 Dec 2008, 22:11, closed)

!
I am weeping tears of delight on my keyboard.
(TDub Nunc id vides, nunc ne vides on, Sat 13 Dec 2008, 4:29, closed)