Discussion in 'The Bar' started by MrWarmth, Apr 12, 2015.
God rest his soul
He absolutely loved this song.
Now that he is dead, let him be.
I miss his words of wit.
Me neither... it was a gif dump.
Plus I was playing poker and had no time fo dat.
"He taught me how to love a woman -- and how to scold a child."
And you ended up doing the opposite.
My apologies. This is certainly no time for mockery.
"Did I ever tell you about the time I went horseback riding with Butcher but there weren't any horses around? Well butcher throws a saddle on my back and rides me around Wyoming for three days. Well, wouldn't you know it, my stamina increases with each day and I develop tremendous leg muscles. So anyway, butcher decides to enter me in the Breeders' Cup, right, under the name Turkish Delight. And I'm running in second place, and I'm running and I break my ankle! They’re about to shoot me. Then someone from the crowd yells out, God bless him, 'Don't shoot him, he's a human.'"
I'm not following this
"He hated Mexicans! And he was half-Mexican! And he hated irony!"
"Did I ever tell you about the time Butcher took me out to go get a drink with him? We go off looking for a bar and we can't find one. Finally, Butcher takes me into a vacant lot and says, 'Here we are.' Well, we sat there for a year and a half. Sure enough, someone constructed a bar around us. Well, the day they opened it, we ordered a shot, drank it, and then burnt the place to the ground. Butcher yelled over the roar of the flames, 'Always leave things the way you found them!'"
I mock mockery.
"Did I ever tell you about the time Butcher showed up at my daughter's wedding? You know my daughter, she's a beautiful girl. Well, Butcher shows up and you know he's a big fella. Well, he's standing right between me and my daughter at the ceremony. He's got no right to be there, but he's drunk and he's Butcher. Well, long story short, the priest accidentally marries me and Butcher. We spend the weekend in the Poconos — he loved me like I've never been loved before."