"Well, that escalated quickly"
Xavier the Happy Bear says: Tales of when it all kicked off. A combination of Xmas, old family woes and a metric fuckton of alcohol lit the fuse for my family recently. What caused shit to 'go down' for you and what was the damage?
( , Thu 9 Jan 2014, 15:00)
Xavier the Happy Bear says: Tales of when it all kicked off. A combination of Xmas, old family woes and a metric fuckton of alcohol lit the fuse for my family recently. What caused shit to 'go down' for you and what was the damage?
( , Thu 9 Jan 2014, 15:00)
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A real story…
This involves my dad, back in the late 60s.
He was taking a local girl out for a drink on possibly their second date. They’d gone for a day out in the country and had stopped off at a pub in town for some refreshments. It was a pretty rough pub, not perhaps the place to take prospective girlfriend material.
Anyway the old man went up to the bar and was about to order another pint, but before he could speak, the barman leant in and told him quietly that it’s best he left right now if he wanted to remain in one piece. Taken aback, he began to protest before a group of angry looking men marched into the pub.
Not wanting to fulfil the landlords prophecy, he hastily made his way back to the table and told the girl that they were “leaving right now”.
As they left the pub through the main double doors, they just missed another large group of men with ‘Irish’ accents, all “dodgy gold and bad BO” (apparently).
About 10 seconds later they heard shouting, then moments later all hell broke loose, before a body came flying through one of the large windows at the front of the pub. My dad’s date let out an almighty scream as they both broke into a jog to escape the mayhem.
It turns out some squaddies had arranged a punch up with some nearby travellers after a previous disagreement in local nightclub. So it went from a quiet beer to West Side Story in about 30 seconds.
( , Tue 14 Jan 2014, 16:45, 6 replies)
This involves my dad, back in the late 60s.
He was taking a local girl out for a drink on possibly their second date. They’d gone for a day out in the country and had stopped off at a pub in town for some refreshments. It was a pretty rough pub, not perhaps the place to take prospective girlfriend material.
Anyway the old man went up to the bar and was about to order another pint, but before he could speak, the barman leant in and told him quietly that it’s best he left right now if he wanted to remain in one piece. Taken aback, he began to protest before a group of angry looking men marched into the pub.
Not wanting to fulfil the landlords prophecy, he hastily made his way back to the table and told the girl that they were “leaving right now”.
As they left the pub through the main double doors, they just missed another large group of men with ‘Irish’ accents, all “dodgy gold and bad BO” (apparently).
About 10 seconds later they heard shouting, then moments later all hell broke loose, before a body came flying through one of the large windows at the front of the pub. My dad’s date let out an almighty scream as they both broke into a jog to escape the mayhem.
It turns out some squaddies had arranged a punch up with some nearby travellers after a previous disagreement in local nightclub. So it went from a quiet beer to West Side Story in about 30 seconds.
( , Tue 14 Jan 2014, 16:45, 6 replies)
It's sweet that Daddy's girls will believe any old shite that Daddy tells them.
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He told
Me I was his special one and that if I touched his pink wand the white magic would cum out...
( , Tue 14 Jan 2014, 17:39, closed)
Me I was his special one and that if I touched his pink wand the white magic would cum out...
( , Tue 14 Jan 2014, 17:39, closed)
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