Argy-Bargy Cafe - enter at your peril ?

who needs to be sober. It's Friday night and the weekend's just beginning. I'm up for a good bash of karaoke and chips. I think it's Help Yourself Time behind the bar....

There was a young sailor named Bates
Who danced the fandango on skates.
But a fall on his cutlass
Has rendered him nutless,
And practically useless on dates.

rock on anya

Or in that case rocks off!

Yay! A lock-in

Who's got the key? I left Roses and Hilda in charge?

There once was a woman named Jill
Tried a dynamite stick for the thrill
They found her vagina in South Carolina
And bits of her tits in Brazil.

been a bit down lately thank you ladies and gents.
pssst is that roses under the table?

merlot I think that is just disgusting.
Fair enough, I am a prude but, it is disgusting.

Stand by .

I've had 6 pickled onions, 3 packets of peanuts and 4 pickled eggs.

I feel a tune coming on .

Oooh! Am I barred?

That was quick.

Quick light the joss stinks POGS feels a 'tune' coming on ?

merlot

It made me laugh.

Sorry Maw.

Are you hearing it?

It's the Andrews Sisters, ' Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy from Company B ' , or is it, ' The Wind Beneath My Wings '.

Hmm not sure myself and surely I should know.

I don't know, I can't hear it clearly from the smokers' shelter outside, POGS. I've barred myself until those clouds of pickles and peanuts have passed over.

Can somebody just pass my pint through the window, please? I can see some of those kitcheners heading home from their knit and natter and I need some ammunition in case they come over and start a ruck.

Oops.

Actually the air is more fragrant than fag ash.

IMHO of course.

You'll get int trouble maggie for using 'passed over* you've got to say they died!

I think fame has gone to your head POGS get off the stage! Let someone else have a go, I hear Mawbroon does a 'Donald wheers yer troosers' that will make your hair stand on end.....

Why does everything come back to Trump

You're a bit late, Maggie. The head pearl clutcher's already been in.

Oops, forgot my manners - what was I thinking of saying please in the ABC? I think I'd better get myself off home.

Scuse me....who's behind the bar? Have they gone? I need a pickled gherkin sarnie and a pint of sherry

....I will let others be the judge of that, as I have to roll home to my bed.
Yes,btw, it was me under the table, feeling no pain.

Pickled gherkins are off, but there is a new jar of pickled eggs ( and a few pickled grans.)