A Poet Walks Into a Bar . . .

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there's always calories in alcohol, right? *pours a double napoleon* did I lose another pm? :eek: I need to hook my speakers back up, headphones aren't doing it. don't growl, well, at least not here
not in e-brandy :D

no, no you didn't. i was thinking about how to answer the question.

*bites lip*
 
not in e-brandy :D

no, no you didn't. i was thinking about how to answer the question.

*bites lip*
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I'm a clod I'm sure I .. dunno, pretty words fail sometimes. *waves arms at the crowded bar.* i'll shut up now
 
Gin please but hold the tonic, ice and lemon (I neither have need of quinine, watered down drinks or cures for scurvy!)
 
:eek:

my, tess, that's all kinds of lovely :rose:

I was looking at the trees outside and thought it appropriate. ;)

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A do over? *Looks at butters* I think everything here is just fine, don't you?

By "do-over" I don't mean a "DO over" - I'm no Martha Stewart (where did she go, btw?) I meant some spit 'n polish. Smell the polish? Never mind what I used the spit on......:cool:
 
Originally Posted by HarryHill View Post
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A do over? *Looks at butters* I think everything here is just fine, don't you?

Irish coffee please. Heavy on the Irish.
Smells nice in here. Good vibe.
 
*Harry sits on the floor with a can of Brasso and begins to polish the foot rail*
 
Gin please but hold the tonic, ice and lemon (I neither have need of quinine, watered down drinks or cures for scurvy!)
ha :D or should i say Har! (me hearties)?

i can just see you in piratical get-up, annie :devil:

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A do over? *Looks at butters* I think everything here is just fine, don't you?
*looks back at harry* the view's great, the drinks are cold, and the sofa's comfy. even the music's delightful. what's not to love?

*Harry sits on the floor with a can of Brasso and begins to polish the foot rail*
*watches. smiles*
 
Irish coffee please. Heavy on the Irish.
Smells nice in here. Good vibe.
sorry, njoyjade, i missed your post.
glad you like the ambience :cool:
do you play the piano? it has a dead key but that just makes for more interesting renditions :rose:

yeah, knocks the cold off mat need to start a fire
what wood makes the prettiest blaze? the one that burns cerise and blue at its heart, red-gold over brown-black at its edges, with wispy pale grey curls of ash that flake and crumble at a touch.
 
*struggles into jacket, rushes out the door*
I'll be back later dunno how much later
 
*hops over bar and pours a bourbon - takes it over to the piano, sits, blows the dust off, and strokes a few keys.

sips

wonders when it was last tuned, but continues to coax small runs of notes, chords, from patient strings*
 
Drags older sister into the bar (the one who got given piano lessons ........ Haaaa ..... :( ) but at least someone who can play!
 
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