South East beers - Tuesdays @ The Roebuck, SE1 4YG

your a bunch of naysayers' what?

I wouldn't worry. Tonight they ran out of ale. I was forced to drink SF Steam Beer and Guinness, neither of which were acceptable alternatives.

I therefore add my voice to the call for more SE pub exploration.
And this, desipite the obvious fact of the blonde barmaid fancying me.

I'll add a sufficiency of ale onto my list of demands.

Yes and the single bloke who stated chatting to her originally (because he thought she was really cute, does reen know her eye colour?) and found out her name and that she was single got some one pissing on his chips.

Reen have you been drinking meths again?

No, it's just because he's German.

i am german on meths and over-caffeinated and all that but a kind soul inside puppy_eyes
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oh boy, you lot talked me into it! natti forgive me, i didn't mean to ... i mean it is not like it seems. god dammit, i said bye and u shouted back "i have a boyfriend AND a husband!" still if you like to get your hands on me, i'll be wax between your fingers! but i really try to get over you. *nod

(*like hard wax, eg. hair wax that u'll find in different ... nah! whoteveaaah!)

... see so here she comes ... über cute 'n all that and i happened to be so lucky to be the right person in the right moment (unless she hands out her details to all the guys gazing through the window that is) so i'll take that chance and get to know her ... one never knows... it's london my friend, everything is possible!!!

i hope i don't regret this post tomorrow, i am not sober! and what happened in the pub stays in the pub (yeah right and between 11083 members as of this moment)

... oh boy!

i am german on meths and over-caffeinated and all that but a kind soul inside puppy_eyes
...
oh boy, you lot talked me into it! natti forgive me, i didn't mean to ... i mean it is not like it seems. god dammit, i said bye and u shouted back "i have a boyfriend AND a husband!" still if you like to get your hands on me, i'll be wax between your fingers! but i really try to get over you. *nod

(*like hard wax, eg. hair wax that u'll find in different ... nah! whoteveaaah!)

... see so here she comes ... über cute 'n all that and i happened to be so lucky to be the right person in the right moment (unless she hands out her details to all the guys gazing through the window that is) so i'll take that chance and get to know her ... one never knows... it's london my friend, everything is possible!!!

i hope i don't regret this post tomorrow, i am not sober! and what happened in the pub stays in the pub (yeah right and between 11083 members as of this moment)

I'll just quote it for ya, so it doesn't get lost :-)

well timme had a nice pace back home, for whatever that counts! i liked the ride and the screaming girls he cunningly but not really sliced in half :P

I'll just quote it for ya, so it doesn't get lost :-)

stop it ... immediately, i did not say that!

Go to bed, reeen. :)

It was a really nice evening. Am really happy that I have finally met you all in person.
Reen, don't listen to them and go for the freckles.
Oh, and I'm the Polish fat cunt, who doesn't look like a cyclist.

i am german on meths and over-caffeinated and all that but a kind soul inside puppy_eyes
...
oh boy, you lot talked me into it! natti forgive me, i didn't mean to ... i mean it is not like it seems. god dammit, i said bye and u shouted back "i have a boyfriend AND a husband!" still if you like to get your hands on me, i'll be wax between your fingers! but i really try to get over you. *nod

(*like hard wax, eg. hair wax that u'll find in different ... nah! whoteveaaah!)

... see so here she comes ... über cute 'n all that and i happened to be so lucky to be the right person in the right moment (unless she hands out her details to all the guys gazing through the window that is) so i'll take that chance and get to know her ... one never knows... it's london my friend, everything is possible!!!

i hope i don't regret this post tomorrow, i am not sober! and what happened in the pub stays in the pub (yeah right and between 11083 members as of this moment)

I love it. Kerouac died in 1969, but he lives on in Reeen. This is the start of chapter 1. What's her name??

It was a really nice evening. Am really happy that I have finally met you all in person.
Reen, don't listen to them and go for the freckles.
Oh, and I'm the Polish fat cunt, who doesn't look like a cyclist.

You'll have to help us out with the pronunciation of your forum name, Piotr. Great to meet you.

your a bad man reen.

drinks is getting much better.

Yes, but what are we going to to about reeeeeen?

have him sectioned?

I'm pretty sure reeen's lady lives far away, i bet shes doing the same, love & war & all that.

Thanks to the kind folk who bought me drinks, i came home with cans in my bag. Nice to meet Piotr & always great to see celebrity ex-engers WiganWill & Nhattattack.

In future i'm going back to drinking water me thinks, too hard to get out of bed this morning.

We could try putting Bromide in Reens beer?

You'll have to help us out with the pronunciation of your forum name, Piotr. Great to meet you.

It's very easy: whale. With X.

I'm afraid I lose track of what Reeeeeeeeen types. Who's borrowed my Reeen-o-lator to translate?

Bloody Polish.

Oh and thanks to Timmy for the Bumtouch©

Allow me.

I'm sorry, but I am German and have had too many different substances to control myself anymore. This is why I had to leave my native people, they were too together and humourless for my free spirit.
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I never would have asked the young lass for her number, but I felt that my peers (IE you) would think better of me if I managed this feat.
I would have instead fawned over the lovely Nhatt, but she is a cold hearted wench and seems to be over anamoured as it is. If she changes her mind, however, my heart would be well gladdened.

But I digress, I was speaking of the serving lass.
She really is a lovely lady, and although I am a taken gentleman, I was so overcome with her comelyness and the timing seemed just so, and I asked if I could perhaps call on her. And, by jove, she agreed! Perhaps it was ill advised, but, as you know, this is London, and you must never expect things to go the way here that they would in other places. Places like Germany, for example.
You know how it is, good chap.

Brilliant. A+.