Llewellenbruce, that exact phrase in is my repertoire. I mean, like, word-for-word.
Of course, I don’t use it as a pick-up line, but I haul it out on occasion for my already-girlfriend.
It looks like Eno and fang have already been there a while, since their beers have already been served. He must have brought the roses in with him, just in case he found somebody to give them to. So unless this chick is the only woman in the bar, all Eno has lost at this point is a few moments of his time.
Shall I compare thee to a Happy hour?For thou art cheaper, and more dimly-lit.Thy smell of cigarettes is twice as sour;Upon thy seat a brace of men might sit.The neon signs which shine behind the barAre pale ‘gainst thy burst-capillaried nose,And thy complexion? Pickles in a jarI see upon thy cheek, and not the rose.Thy voice the broken jukebox, thy hair the ragThat wipes the spilléd beer from off the floor,And yet I hear that ev’ry tongue doth wagThou swing’st as freely as the Men’s Room door.So, since I am myself no golden youth,
”Bartender, two martinis, sans vermouth.”
comicgos almost 15 years ago
Eno got burned!
GROG Premium Member almost 15 years ago
Well, her chances of getting skin cancer are lower, I guess. She’s gaining a litlle peace of mind, but losing Fang.
Llewellenbruce almost 15 years ago
Never heard that pick up line before.
*Space Madness at The Station* almost 15 years ago
Elvis
Coyoty Premium Member almost 15 years ago
Blocked again!
fritzoid Premium Member almost 15 years ago
Llewellenbruce, that exact phrase in is my repertoire. I mean, like, word-for-word.
Of course, I don’t use it as a pick-up line, but I haul it out on occasion for my already-girlfriend.
It looks like Eno and fang have already been there a while, since their beers have already been served. He must have brought the roses in with him, just in case he found somebody to give them to. So unless this chick is the only woman in the bar, all Eno has lost at this point is a few moments of his time.
kit_jefferson almost 15 years ago
Love’s labor lost.
COWBOY7 almost 15 years ago
If she doesn’t accept them, then give the flowers to Fang. He drinks beer and watches TV with you.
lazygrazer almost 15 years ago
I too have slurred many a love sonnet in in some bar. Flowers were out of the question….but another round, maybe.
fritzoid Premium Member almost 15 years ago
Shall I compare thee to a Happy hour? For thou art cheaper, and more dimly-lit. Thy smell of cigarettes is twice as sour; Upon thy seat a brace of men might sit. The neon signs which shine behind the bar Are pale ‘gainst thy burst-capillaried nose, And thy complexion? Pickles in a jar I see upon thy cheek, and not the rose. Thy voice the broken jukebox, thy hair the rag That wipes the spilléd beer from off the floor, And yet I hear that ev’ry tongue doth wag Thou swing’st as freely as the Men’s Room door. So, since I am myself no golden youth, ”Bartender, two martinis, sans vermouth.”
– Bardót Vavónne
thampacks almost 15 years ago
see, this is what you get when you get plastic flowers - I should know, it I got the same reaction
lazygrazer almost 15 years ago
LOL—absolutely hilarious, fritzoid!—who wrote that??
fritzoid Premium Member almost 15 years ago
Bardót Vavónne, grazer, just like it says.