Reminds me of that Simpson episode where Mayor Quimby is shopping at the mall,
sees a sweater, and says,
"I'll have one in wife size, and one in girlfriend size"
Let me preface this by saying I may be long-winded, and my grammar sucks.
All week I've been battleing the flu, just hoping and praying that I would be all right for Superbowl Sunday. I live in boston, the home of the Pats, and of course the Sox. Since the beginning of the season, I've said to my wife, my buddies, my family, "If the Pats go to the superbowl, we're spending it at the Green Dragon and getting hammered!".
Now the Green Dragon, for the un-initiated is one of the best bars in Boston, and the place that Paul Revere and the Sons of Liberty used to kick back and have a couple of beers at. You can go there any day of the week have some good food, great beer, watch the sport of your choice depending on the season, and ogle some decent looking lasses.
I get down to Government Center nice and early for the game. The wife and friends are really excited for the game. As we walk up to the dragon we notice a guy in colonial wear. Now I'm like o.k. he's ready for the superbowl! I myself am in a tricorne hat and long-coat(couldn't find a decent powdered wig). We get in the bar, first thing I notice is that not a single person is under 40. I'm not saying 40 is old, but for being in a bar in Boston it is odd to find myself the youngest person there. The next thing I noticed is that there is press evrywhere. I take this in stride since it is Superbowl Sunday, and the Green Dragon is one of the best bars in Boston. Then notice that everyone is wearing John McCain buttons. It suddenly dawned on me that the John McCain campaign was holding an event at my favorite bar, on Super Bowl Sunday. Now I like and respect the guy and all, but WTF. I've been planning this all fing year, and he had to go and ruin My Super Bowl Sunday. And for giggles, people were'nt even really excited for the game. I was in a room of really up-tight old people on the man holiday of the year. Needless to say we booked it out of there.
We head down to the Purple Shamrock, which is about four-five doors down, get a table and get ready for the game. We drink, watch the game(Definite dissapointment), play some cards, get wasted, and watch our home team get beaten. After the game we decide to go back to the Dragon. We get there, and the bartender decides to only serve the women folk. That's fine, maybe the guys have had too many, however he didn't offer us water,tea, coffee, anything. The girls sit down have some beers. The whole time the bartender didn't offer us a thing. I get fed up and told the wife I'm not giving this guy any money, and for all I care he can sod off. After a few choice words with the bartender we leave, and I can't decide whether I'm more upset that the Pats lost, or that The John McCain campaing ruined the mood of my favorite bar. All I know is that even though I am a conservative, if McCain gets on the ballot for the general election, I'd rather vote for Donald Duck holding a rubber D---ck.
If they're going to go an declare ware on scientology the might as well declare war on
those stupid parody movies of other movies, and people famous for being famous.
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Wow... what the heck is everyone smoking today
Wow, your parents must be really proud!
Reminds me of that Simpson episode where Mayor Quimby is shopping at the mall,
sees a sweater, and says,
"I'll have one in wife size, and one in girlfriend size"
Or something along those lines
Let me preface this by saying I may be long-winded, and my grammar
sucks.
All week I've been battleing the flu, just hoping and praying that I would
be all right for Superbowl Sunday. I live in boston, the home of the
Pats, and of course the Sox. Since the beginning of the season, I've said to my
wife, my buddies, my family, "If the Pats go to the superbowl, we're spending it
at the Green Dragon and getting hammered!".
Now the Green Dragon, for the un-initiated is one of the
best bars in Boston, and the place that Paul Revere and the Sons of Liberty
used to kick back and have a couple of beers at. You can go there any day of
the week have some good food, great beer, watch the sport of your
choice depending on the season, and ogle some decent looking
lasses.
I get down to Government Center nice and early for the game. The wife and friends
are really excited for the game. As we walk up to the dragon we notice a guy in
colonial wear. Now I'm like o.k. he's ready for the superbowl! I myself am in a tricorne hat
and long-coat(couldn't find a decent powdered wig). We get in the bar, first thing I notice
is that not a single person is under 40. I'm not saying 40 is old, but for being
in a bar in Boston it is odd to find myself the youngest person there. The next thing I
noticed is that there is press evrywhere. I take this in stride since it is Superbowl
Sunday, and the Green Dragon is one of the best bars in Boston. Then notice that everyone
is wearing John McCain buttons. It suddenly dawned on me that the John McCain campaign
was holding an event at my favorite bar, on Super Bowl Sunday. Now I like and respect the guy
and all, but WTF. I've been planning this all fing year, and he had to go and ruin My Super Bowl
Sunday. And for giggles, people were'nt even really excited for the game. I was in a room
of really up-tight old people on the man holiday of the year.
Needless to say we booked it out of there.
We head down to the Purple Shamrock, which is about four-five doors down,
get a table and get ready for the game. We drink, watch the game(Definite dissapointment), play some
cards, get wasted, and watch our home team get beaten. After the game we decide to go back to the Dragon.
We get there, and the bartender decides to only serve the women folk. That's fine, maybe the guys have had
too many, however he didn't offer us water,tea, coffee, anything. The girls sit down have some beers.
The whole time the bartender didn't offer us a thing. I get fed up and told the wife I'm not giving
this guy any money, and for all I care he can sod off. After a few choice words with the bartender we
leave, and I can't decide whether I'm more upset that the Pats lost, or that The John McCain campaing
ruined the mood of my favorite bar. All I know is that even though I am a conservative, if McCain gets on
the ballot for the general election, I'd rather vote for Donald Duck holding a rubber D---ck.
If they're going to go an declare ware on scientology the might as well declare war on those stupid parody movies of other movies, and people famous for being famous.
Lemme be the first to say...WTF
female pheromones would work for most slashdotters
As long as its Code Red Mountain Dew, we've got a deal.
MS and AOL collaborating.... one of the signs of the apocolypse hums: its the end of the world as we know it