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 over 14 years ago
Eno got burned!
GROG Premium Member over 14 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 over 14 years ago
Never heard that pick up line before.
Mad-ge Dish Soap over 14 years ago
Elvis
Coyoty Premium Member over 14 years ago
Blocked again!
fritzoid Premium Member over 14 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 over 14 years ago
Love’s labor lost.
COWBOY7 over 14 years ago
If she doesn’t accept them, then give the flowers to Fang. He drinks beer and watches TV with you.
lazygrazer over 14 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 over 14 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 over 14 years ago
see, this is what you get when you get plastic flowers - I should know, it I got the same reaction
lazygrazer over 14 years ago
LOL—absolutely hilarious, fritzoid!—who wrote that??
fritzoid Premium Member over 14 years ago
Bardót Vavónne, grazer, just like it says.