A beer, a laugh, some commiseration. It's all I ask.Pearl
Pearl; You just walked into the right joint, pull up a stool my friend.
A game of shove 'appeny makes the whole scene perfect from my perspective
Public houses and drinking in general is the work of satan.
Lulu; Now there's a game! Lots of room, what's yer tipple? :¬)xxx
Chef; 'Tis true. Your shout pal. :¬)
Scarlet; Whisky my dear? :¬)xxx
So I'll just hang around whilst you and the Big Guy have an adult beverage of choice and just enjoy the pleasure of your company.Just because there is an ocean between us doesn't mean I can't enjoy friends, right? ;)
hope; There isn't an ocean wide enough friend. And you don't need to drink, just ask for a Jameson when my taller pal asks what yer havin' and slowly nudge it in my direction yeah? :¬)xxx
I have a drinking buddy I've known for years and years, and after I spent a couple of hours with him in the pub life seems so obvious and so damn simple. :D
Joey; Exactly! :¬)
Jameson... the smoothest most delightful substance known to exist. Next to the wee man of course.
Chef; 'Tis!Pat; 'Twas! :¬)xxx
A good friend is something money can't buy :)
Looks like you summed up life in two sentences... and though Public Houses and drinking may be the work of Satan i seem to enjoy his work just a wee bit.
Kim; That's just as well then, 'cos I'm broke! :¬)Kono; I'm quite an admirer of his work meself! :¬)
You're no broke ya fool. You're richer than most in friends.The bar is open.... pint? My round!
Chef; True. Ta pal.
Some of my most favorite memories are of being out on the town with someone dear, and some of my worst memories are of being out on the town when no one seemed to care where I was.