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Llewellenbruce, that exact phrase in is my repertoire. I mean, like, word-for-word.
Of course, I donât 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.
comicgos about 15 years ago
Eno got burned!
GROG Premium Member about 15 years ago
Well, her chances of getting skin cancer are lower, I guess. Sheâs gaining a litlle peace of mind, but losing Fang.
Llewellenbruce about 15 years ago
Never heard that pick up line before.
*Space Madness at The Station* about 15 years ago
Elvis
Coyoty Premium Member about 15 years ago
Blocked again!
fritzoid Premium Member about 15 years ago
Llewellenbruce, that exact phrase in is my repertoire. I mean, like, word-for-word.
Of course, I donât 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 about 15 years ago
Loveâs labor lost.
COWBOY7 about 15 years ago
If she doesnât accept them, then give the flowers to Fang. He drinks beer and watches TV with you.
lazygrazer about 15 years ago
I too have slurred many a love sonnet in in some bar. Flowers were out of the questionâŠ.but another round, maybe.
fritzoid Premium Member about 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 âgainst 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 spillĂ©d beer from off the floor, And yet I hear that evâry tongue doth wag Thou swingâst as freely as the Menâs Room door. So, since I am myself no golden youth, âBartender, two martinis, sans vermouth.â
â BardĂłt VavĂłnne
thampacks about 15 years ago
see, this is what you get when you get plastic flowers - I should know, it I got the same reaction
lazygrazer about 15 years ago
LOLâabsolutely hilarious, fritzoid!âwho wrote that??
fritzoid Premium Member about 15 years ago
BardĂłt VavĂłnne, grazer, just like it says.