Sacco's NY Social Lounge

“OK, here ya go:

”

“i'd like a nice cold hammer to the head!”

“WK - What's a George Thorogood special?”

“I'll have a George Thorogood special.”
lumberzac
2:49:06 PM
12/10/04

I have what I call a "bearmagnet special" but it's for ladies only.

Not that there's anything wrong with that, LZ.”

“LMFAO WK! Go get 'em, Lyra!
last edited: 12/10/04 2:06:44 PM”

“ONE BOURBON, ONE SCOTCH, ONE BEER
George Thorogood


Wanna tell you a story,
About the house-man blues
I come home one Friday,
Had to tell the landlady I'd-a lost my job
She said that don't confront me,
Long as I get my money next Friday
Now next Friday come I didn't get the rent,
And out the door I went

So I goes to the landlady,
I said, "You let me slide?"
I'll have the rent for you in a month.
Next I don't know
So said let me slide it on you know people,
I notice when I come home in the evening
She ain't got nothing nice to say to me,
But for five year she was so nice
Loh' she was lovy-dovy,
I come home one particular evening
The landlady said, "You got the rent money yet?",
I said, "No, can't find no job"
Therefore I ain't got no money to pay the rent
She said "I don't believe you're tryin' to find no job"
Said "I seen you today you was standin' on a corner,
Leaning up against a post"
I said "But I'm tired, I've been walkin' all day"
She said "That don't confront me,
Long as I get my money next Friday"
Now next Friday come I didn't have the rent,
And out the door I went

So I go down the streets,
Down to my good friend's house
I said "Look man I'm outdoors you know,
Can I stay with you maybe a couple days?"
He said "Let me go and ask my wife"
He come out of the house,
I could see it in his face
I know that was no
He said "I don't know man, ah she kinda funny, you know"
I said "I know, everybody funny, now you funny too"
So I go back home
I tell the landlady I got a job, I'm gonna pay the rent
She said "Yeah?" I said "Oh yeah"
And then she was so nice,
Loh' she was lovy-dovy
So I go in my room, pack up my things and I go,
I slip on out the back door and down the streets I go
She a-howlin' about the front rent, she'll be lucky to get any back rent,
She ain't gonna get none of it
So I stop in the local bar you know people,
I go to the bar, I ring my coat, I call the bartender
Said "Look man, come down here", he got down there
So what you want?

One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
Well I ain't seen my baby since I don't know when,
I've been drinking bourbon, whiskey, scotch and gin
Gonna get high man I'm gonna get loose,
Need me a triple shot of that juice
Gonna get drunk don't you have no fear
I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

But I'm sitting now at the bar,
I'm getting drunk, I'm feelin' mellow
I'm drinkin' bourbon, I'm drinkin' scotch, I'm drinkin' beer
Looked down the bar, here come the bartender
I said "Look man, come down here"
So what you want?

One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
No I ain't seen my baby since the night before last,
Gotta get a drink man I'm gonna get gassed
Gonna get high man I ain't had enough,
Need me a triple shot of that stuff
Gonna get drunk won't you listen right here,
I want one bourbon, one shot and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

Now by this time I'm plenty high,
You know when your mouth a-getting dry you're plenty high
Looked down the bar I say to my bartender
I said "Look man, come down here", he got down there
So what you want this time?
I said "Look man, a-what time is it?"
He said "The clock on the wall say three o'clock
Last call for alcohol, so what you need?"

One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
No I ain't seen my baby since a nigh' and a week,
Gotta get drunk man till I can't even speak
Gonna get high man listen to me,
One drink ain't enough Jack you better make it three
I wanna get drunk I'm gonna make it real clear,
I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer”

“One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer

Wanna tell you a story,
About the house-man blues
I come home one Friday,
Had to tell the landlady I'd-a lost my job
She said that don't confront me,
Long as I get my money next Friday
Now next Friday come I didn't get the rent,
And out the door I went

So I goes to the landlady,
I said, "You let me slide?"
I'll have the rent for you in a month.
Next I don't know
So said let me slide it on you know people,
I notice when I come home in the evening
She ain't got nothing nice to say to me,
But for five year she was so nice
Loh' she was lovy-dovy,
I come home one particular evening
The landlady said, "You got the rent money yet?",
I said, "No, can't find no job"
Therefore I ain't got no money to pay the rent
She said "I don't believe you're tryin' to find no job"
Said "I seen you today you was standin' on a corner,
Leaning up against a post"
I said "But I'm tired, I've been walkin' all day"
She said "That don't confront me,
Long as I get my money next Friday"
Now next Friday come I didn't have the rent,
And out the door I went

So I go down the streets,
Down to my good friend's house
I said "Look man I'm outdoors you know,
Can I stay with you maybe a couple days?"
He said "Let me go and ask my wife"
He come out of the house,
I could see it in his face
I know that was no
He said "I don't know man, ah she kinda funny, you know"
I said "I know, everybody funny, now you funny too"
So I go back home
I tell the landlady I got a job, I'm gonna pay the rent
She said "Yeah?" I said "Oh yeah"
And then she was so nice,
Loh' she was lovy-dovy
So I go in my room, pack up my things and I go,
I slip on out the back door and down the streets I go
She a-howlin' about the front rent, she'll be lucky to get any back rent,
She ain't gonna get none of it
So I stop in the local bar you know people,
I go to the bar, I ring my coat, I call the bartender
Said "Look man, come down here", he got down there
So what you want?

One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
Well I ain't seen my baby since I don't know when,
I've been drinking bourbon, whiskey, scotch and gin
Gonna get high man I'm gonna get loose,
Need me a triple shot of that juice
Gonna get drunk don't you have no fear
I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

But I'm sitting now at the bar,
I'm getting drunk, I'm feelin' mellow
I'm drinkin' bourbon, I'm drinkin' scotch, I'm drinkin' beer
Looked down the bar, here come the bartender
I said "Look man, come down here"
So what you want?

One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
No I ain't seen my baby since the night before last,
Gotta get a drink man I'm gonna get gassed
Gonna get high man I ain't had enough,
Need me a triple shot of that stuff
Gonna get drunk won't you listen right here,
I want one bourbon, one shot and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

Now by this time I'm plenty high,
You know when your mouth a-getting dry you're plenty high
Looked down the bar I say to my bartender
I said "Look man, come down here", he got down there
So what you want this time?
I said "Look man, a-what time is it?"
He said "The clock on the wall say three o'clock
Last call for alcohol, so what you need?"

One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
No I ain't seen my baby since a nigh' and a week,
Gotta get drunk man till I can't even speak
Gonna get high man listen to me,
One drink ain't enough Jack you better make it three
I wanna get drunk I'm gonna make it real clear,
I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer”

“WK
GET OUT OF MY HEAD!

lol”

“HA! You beat me”

“I typed mine out, did you?”

“That song is the drunk's national anthem.”

“I thought that was "Freebird".”

““I typed mine out, did you?”
Wounded Knee

Sure I did.
8D”

“Hey, sacco, lounge music on sale. Did you see that annoying advertisement that popped in to the thread. Of course I prefer the jukebox. Anyone got some singles?”

“You might be right bit.
last edited: 12/10/04 2:14:24 PM”

“I had Bourbon, Tequila, Beer, and Gin last night.

What kind of special is that?”

“If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me?
For I must be travelling on, now,
’cause there’s too many places I’ve got to see.
But, if I stayed here with you, girl,
Things just couldn’t be the same.
’cause I’m as free as a bird now,
And this bird you can not change.
Lord knows, I can’t change.

Bye, bye, it’s been a sweet love.
Though this feeling I can’t change.
But please don’t take it badly,
’cause lord knows I’m to blame.
But, if I stayed here with you girl,
Things just couldn’t be the same.
Cause I’m as free as a bird now,
And this bird you’ll never change.
And this bird you can not change.
Lord knows, I can’t change.
Lord help me, I can’t change.”

“Someone tell Wounded Knee to stop singing.












ok I will













WK, please stop with the singing.”

“Where is my eight beer? Your late!”

“Sorry, guys, gotta go. It's Friday and the bell just rang. They're opening the beer fridge in the staff room and I don't want to be rude.

We call it 'joie de vivre'.”

“Canada, what a great country. Where it's rude to not drink beer in a school.”

“Long day, I need a drink...this will have to do for now.

dry gin martini please”

“hump day special!


all sex on the beach and slow screws are 1/2 price !”

“I would like as much beer as possible.”

“I'll have what he is having!”

“Just don't get in his car, Knee, not in the car.”

“No no...I make it a point not to drive home with drunk black bears.”

“LOL!

Pass me a Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster.”

“Comin right up!.........as I think to myself, "What the hell is that anyway." while dumping tobasco, garlic salt a little jagermeister and some leftover beer from keg drain last night into a glass.

Here you go!”

“Somebody gimme a boilermaker.”

“I'll have Ketel One on the rocks with a twist, pretty please. And a cherry on the side.
last edited: 12/15/04 3:11:00 PM”

“PGGB:

Take the juice from one bottle of that Ol' Janx Spirit.

Pour into it one measure of water from the seas of Santraginus V.

Allow three cubes of Arcturan Mega-gin to melt into the mixture (it must be properly iced or the benzine is lost).

Allow four litres of Fallian marsh gas to bubble through it (in memory of all those happy Hikers who have died of pleasure in the Marshes of Fallia).

Over the back of a silver spoon float a measure of Qualactin Hypermint extract, redolent of all the heady odours of the dark Qualactin Zones; subtle sweet and mystic.

Drop in the tooth of an Algolian Suntiger. Watch it dissolve, spreading the fires of the Algolian Suns deep into the heart of the drink.

Sprinkle Zamphour.

Add an olive.

Drink... but... very carefully

Terran version:

Take the liquid contained in a 200 ml bottle of EverClear to remind you that your head will be clear forever if you drink too many Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters, and that your brain will clear of anything soon after you start drinking some, if not before.

Into it, slowly pour a 750 ml bottle of Bombay Sapphire to remind you of the marvelous beauty of the old Santraginean seas, or an equal amount of Jeremiah Weed in acknowledgement of what has happened to the Santraginean Seas and their lifeforms.

Now add 750 ml of Cold Wild Turkey, letting it run into the mixture as we run through life to remind us of all the lifeforms we meet and experience while hitchhiking through the galaxy.

Speedily stirring, add 375 ml of Herradua Tequila, mixing it in to commemorate the galactic hitchhikers who died of pleasure among the vapors and gasses in the marshes of Fallia.

Over the bowl of a silver spoon, let flow 1 liter of rum in memory of the waterfalls and their glorious rainbows encountered on your journeys through the galaxy of life.

Next, drop in the worm found in a bottle of Musquil, watching it dissolve into the mixture. If the bottom falls out and the worm survives, drink at your own risk.
last edited: 12/15/04 3:14:41 PM”

“I will have a bar mat please!”

“I use to frequent a bar where they did that at the end of the night!

Bartendars have Stomachs of lead!”

“I have only done it once. That was the last time I will ever do it.”

“My hands are too cold to type correctly. Brr!”

“Wow. That Pan gallllac.......galat..........gaalllalligal wash reallyyyyyyyy shtrong

Where's shhacco?

Shacco, there's nuffin wrong with my grashp of reallll........reallllllll........... real stuff.


I was flyin with a nekkid babe on a beach over NY and she wash shervin me booze in the most incred........incre...........great way.


Ya should have been there.

IT WASH FANt..............Fant.........GREAT

BARKEEP! Gimmee another Gargle blahshter”

“I don't think I have ever had brandy. can I try some of yours Pixie?”

“but I tend to drink the crappy flavored kind. Blackberry is my favorite. My grandma's cure-all.”

“I didn't know you allowed drunk black bears in your bar. Just don't let NYSDEC see you...”

“can I get some fire water here?”

“I like Napoleon brandy, warmed to just above body temperature, served in a snifter, and with a cigar. Thanks.”

“Ruby, you are hereby invited to my house as I've got an untapped bottle of Ketel One in my freezer. I'm not usually a vodka drinker and it's been there for a year.

Sacco, do you serve breakfast?”

“i'm not a morning person.
guess i need to hire an a.m. cook.

PS - you gonna tell him to leave?”

“My head hurts.”

“Sacco,
People who aren't morning persons don't respond to post prior to 11 am. :-)

That's ok, just have the cook make me a reuben for lunch. Big pickle on the side please. Oh, and a Bell's Best Brown.

Thanks!”

“unfortunetly my job won't let me start work at 11, dhutch - though i've often thought that 11-7 would be the perfect work hours for me.”

“Are we going to have a Christmas party?”