So one night we're drinking and talkin about Disco and then he dissapears?

Hmm, Raoul+Beer+Disco=??????

 

"I woke up in a Soho doorway
A policeman knew my name
He said "You can go sleep at home tonight
If you can get up and walk away"

I staggered back to the underground
And the breeze blew back my hair
I remember throwin' punches around
And preachin' from my chair"

 

Wow, ya caught me by surprise. After all the talk about beer and disco I thought fer sher you'd be singin Bee Gee's tunes instead of The Who!

So you're not wearing your best polyeseter suit with the butterfly lapels and bell bottomed pants? You dont have you're shirt halfway unbottoned while trying to do your best impersonation of Travolta ??

I gotta admit I'm somewhat disappointed but who am I to say. At that time I was drinking a Pina Colada at trader Vic's.......... my hair was perfect !!

 

Trader Vic's rocks!

Habibi

 

Good to hear from you buddy, you had me worried...

Someone's sleeping on the sidewalk
As the winter sun goes down
Someone's drinking cold champagne
In another part of town
And the only thing he thinks about
As he sips his glass of wine
It sure feels good sitting here tonight
Now that I've got mine

 

Sorry, trying to protect my image with The Who.

I admit when I'm drinking, I'm singing BeeGee hits.

They tell me that right before I fall off the stool I'm humming Disney Soundtracks.

 

Geez, another Friday.......... What's gonna happen this time?

Well, my wife will be home, so I'll not be doing the binge thing tonight, but may just have to find that Bee Gee 8 track I know I've got somewhere..........

Just killing some time at work. Can't wait for the end of the day!!

 

OK Raoul,

This sounds like a Disney drinking song for you...

Now I'm the king of the swingers
Oh, the jungle VIP
I've reached the top and had to stop
And that's what botherin' me
I wanna be a man, mancub
And stroll right into town
And be just like the other men
I'm tired of monkeyin' around!

 

Heeheehee, ya cant knock a guy for liking Rudyard Kipling.

 

When you are laying ther wounded on the Afgan plains,

Waiting for the women to pick your remains,

Just roll on your rifle & blow out you brains

and go to your God - like a man.

RK

 

Whoa, rr.

I'll admit that last saturday was nothing but a cloud however, I every intention of trying to recover from last Friday night.

As far as what you're suggesting well....
maybe if I had drunk hard liquer....

 

Mitch WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAZZZZUP

Hey I can hang tonight, except I woke up at 4 to whatch the Americans make a mockery of soccer this morning. So I might be out early...

Roadrunner, dude that's A LOT deeper than my lyrics.

here's part of my favorite war poem.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

 

Iwao, just putting in the hours until I can go home. Doing absolutely nothing right now, even though I've got a ton o stuff to do..............

But, since I'm the System Admin for my companies network, I don't have to worry about who knows I'm messing around on the 'net.........

Spend way too much time on it at work as it is..... It's this darn site. I'm addicted, I'll admit. Just wish I could get away with some beer during the day!

Don't know if I'll be around tonight, but I'll try to check in.....