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on an almighty high after getting my lost tax card back... me, dan and ben went to the oirish bar in boeblingen. it was gary-oke karioke night and we felt like listening to some people murder some songs. after getting to the bar, a little worse for wear after checking our bank balances, we started with the drinks. here i witnessed the first *sign*. conchy dan somehow ordered a small guinness, and didnt refuse to drink it. i had a feeling it could be a good night. | |
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it wasnt long before we were upsetting people by taking photos of them. the general feeling was one of *reetness*. the awkward air in the bar has mostly gone, as has all the foreign money stuck around the bar. grrr... a quick phone call to the people at o'sullivan interiors should ensure a new supply of authentic fake oirish crap is promptly delivered. |
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in a shameless bid to get people to participate in the karaoke, gary-oke did a not-half-bad rendition of some song.... which had a porn movie as its backdrop. gawd. clearly it was a professional set up he had going, as the music cd's were burnt to kodak gold compact disks no less. hehehe |
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totally unexpectedly smiler walked in the door! even more unexpectedly, he had a conkercut!!! and totally out of leftfield, his conker had a centre parting!!!!! it was almost too much for us to stay atop our barstools... but we managed to contain ourselves. with his new hair style, we all agreed that he looked about eight years old. as he wrestled a stool from some nice girl behind us we kept chuckling to ourselves. |
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according to smilers calculations, he was in close proximity to two members of the opposite sex. this didn't stop him from acting like a goit though. after shying out of singing 'right said fred', everyone was too annoyed with smiler to even notice that sara had latched onto him. |
| with all the dexterity of a recently tipped cow, smiler executed on what is a rare specimin of that highly sought-after species: the spendable asian beauty. in absolute awe of this result, we were literally speachless. this soon passed when miler kept coming up to us threatening to kneecap us. we just couldn't believe such a feat was possible without one of smilers pulling tee shirts. :o/ |
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despite swearing blindly that i would never sing again, the prospect of getting up there and doing a very very awfully terrible rendition of u2's classic - with or without you was too much! ben did a fairly good hootie and the blowfish number and ben and dan cooperated on some coolio. verdict? i still can't sing. |
| without actually shouting at smiler to feck aaaawf, we somehow managed to get him to stop talking to us long enough for his new friend sara to ask him ... somewhere. pretending to look at the drinks card was a cunning idea... but maybe a little too generous for such a half wit. we weren't entirely sure at the time, but a post-miler-leaving drink was called for. conchy dan provided the venue and the thought of miler pulling provided the entertainment. it really was too much for us to take. |
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