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The 'screaming viking' was a bogus drink in a bartender competition so woody could keep his job.
Everyone at cheers ordered a screaming viking - woody's reply "Do you want you cucumber bruised?" Keep in mind Woody asked about bruising the cucumbers you sick bunch of bastages and bastagettes. |
Yes, I do drink girl drinks, IWAK. ;) I drink Mike Hard Lemonade and Smirnkoff Ice.
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I am guessing it was the girlie drinks that made you faint:sleeps: and :yak6:
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I also went to Bartending school, and before you ask I'll just say now: NO, it was not like Coyote Ugly. (never saw the movie, but if one more person asked me that...)
Notaro, what's your favorite Girly Drink? I myself am a fan of the smirkoff series JohnR speaks of. I do make a mean grasshopper though.... |
Do you know what's in a sweaty lumberjack?
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mike hard lemonade and original smnirkoff ice. i dont drink beers because they can make you gain weight. no, i havent tried the grasshopper. i liked japanese beers and plum wine tho.
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YOU MAKE ME LAUGH GIRL! Little different than that though isnt it???when your not letting the regulars cry on your shoulder youre trying to stay on top of things because the bouncer seemed to dissapear AGAIN and that person you just shut off thinks there getting another drink!!!! nope it wasnt all fun and games and dancing on the bar!:laughs: |
Notaro... betcha drink soem Sake!
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Oh Jenn, you should have seen it:
I was new on the job, new to the whole bartending thing. I worked in a country club in Marblehead as the only bartender for all the waiters and waitresses as well as my bar and 4 tables. NEVER HAVING waitressed, you should have seen the fiasco when one night I had a full bar and 4 full tables. The cooks got a kick out of yelling my name repeatedly while I was already frantic, and then I knocked over a martini glass and it shattered on the floor (applause from the kitchen). By the end of the night I counted my measley tips and decided that maybe a bar WITHOUT food would suit me best...... John, I'm doing my best to answer that question with a straight face, my guess is: Beer and flannel lint?? |
Screaming Viking?
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Where are the bartenders tending bar now? If we patronize other striped-bass'ers (guides and tackleshops), why not patronize and tip well our bartenders.
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yeah... "after hours" were killer! some how they always talked me into staying for just one (yeah right) :rolleyes: roll in at 4 a.m. and working two jobs....:rolleyes: how stupid was I???
how bout a hairy buffalo???:yak: need a hint? think bar mat.... and if anyone ever says to you "I can do any shot there is" order them a prarie fire.....chances are they wont challenge you twice! (unless they are pschycotic that is) |
I cant beleive
this foolish thread got 4000 veiws!!!:smash:
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oh, by the way, people, i had came out of the hospital yesterday... i got 18 stitchies on my chin and elbow. ask me how did it happen NOW!
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Notaro, did you land yourself a big Notaro using chunked bait??? and ripped your face up?? :)
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Seriously, if it's 18 stiches its probably a good story but if it's from falling on a rock and you weren't wearing creepers you have nobody to blame but yourself... So what happened? |
the bartenders guide I have at home lists a sweaty lumberjack right next to a prairie fire.
Prairie fire = tequila and tabasco Sweaty Lumberjack = Yukon Jack and tabasco sounds yummy huh? Come on Notaro - tell us your story |
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oh, LOL, John, you slay me!
Notaro, I'd like to venture a guess at what happened, and tie a good deal of this thread together: You were fighting the kissing bluefish when you thought you contracted a FEB through your turbo-lined Nasa gloves. After a trip to your general practitioner (Dr. Sprinkles), you stopped at the local bar for a cement mixer (shudder), a sweaty lumberjack and a couple of hairy buffalo's.... oh yah, and you had the hairy buffalo drink, too. You could barely walk, and you stagger full speed into the door of the bar, but this is not where you cut your chin. As you left the bar, you ran into the incredulous Mr Macey, and had a rumble over the fact that this thread is NOT foolish, but instead an educational experience in everything from FEB's, to action figures, to bowel ailments to drinks. The fight was fierce, but this was not where you cut your chin. After the scuffle, you decided to stop at Wendy's for some ExLax Burritos, and just ate them in the men's room to save time. The men's room floors had just been washed and were extremely slippery, but this is not where you cut your chin either. Soon after leaving the bathroom you collapsed (thud) onto a rock pile in Spleen pain from what you thought was related to your FEB. Covered in lacerations and abrasions, you stood, dusted the pebbles of, and staggered home. Yep, you guessed it, not where you cut your chin. At home, you stumbled up the stairs, doing a faceplant at the top of the stairs. (Nope, still not yet) By now, you've got a possible FEB, a "butt ring" and your fight with the rock pile left you bloody and exhausted. In bed, you flip on the Naked Fishing Channel news and collapse into bed. You curl up with your Notaro Brownie Bum Doll and dream of Walmart Roll Back items and Richard Simmons. Pillow covered in drool, reeking of alcohol, last nights clothes rumpled on your body, you snooze. The dreams turn to fishing in PTown. Bluefish. Bluefish so big, the one you're hauling in is twice your size. As he lays on the boat, twitching and flopping his massive tail, he turns to you. Blink, blink. He opens his mouth: "Hey, pal, can I get a Screaming Viking?" So startled by this talking bluefish, you jump back from him, trip on the net behind you, feel yourself falling... And wake up to find yourself face down on the floor next to your bed, chin bleeding and in need of 18 'stitchies.' |
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Sweetieface, What is it you are suppose to be doing at work, while you weave such wonderful tales? That was a beautifully written piece of literay genius, including all aspects of this hilarious thread. :claps::claps::claps::claps: -IWK |
Thank you Thank you.
I'm an overworked Admin who sometimes gets a quiet day. I also have a knack for writing long winded things like that in under 5 minutes, and my top-speed typing helps to execute such escapades.....Super Admin! |
LMAO... you must be either hella bored at work today, or you're feeling rather "creative" cuz that was hilarious story.. now that i've laughed ot loud, my coworkers are wondering what im laughing about...
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Super Admin - so. like Notaro, do you also have a costume with a cape and tights? And accesories like a phone and 'puter?
do I seen another blue light action figure? Super Admin with accessories and also her fisherwoman accesories? this thread may never die. |
OH!! I want a black cape, like Dracula. Black is slimming.
And a phone gun, looks like a phone, shoots out a laser. And I want all sorts of cool James Bond-y gadgety things, like pens that record voices and tape dispensers that take pictures.... A staple remover that has hidden stun gun capabilities....yah... |
Oh and one more thing, Iwanna, MY costume tights DONT have the seam going up the back like Notaro's....
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Sweetieface, sounds like you want to be sorta like BatFink who boasted supersonic sonar-radar and wings like a shield of steel... hehehe... and btw, BatFink might make for a great lure for fishing stripers!!!!
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when you get your james-bond gadgets and they make you something that helps find fish - order 2 - I want one.
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