Argy-Bargy Cafe - enter at your peril ?

Pickled gherkins are off, but there is a new jar of pickled eggs ( and a few pickled grans.)

....I will let others be the judge of that, as I have to roll home to my bed.
Yes,btw, it was me under the table, feeling no pain.

Scuse me....who's behind the bar? Have they gone? I need a pickled gherkin sarnie and a pint of sherry

Oops, forgot my manners - what was I thinking of saying please in the ABC? I think I'd better get myself off home.

You're a bit late, Maggie. The head pearl clutcher's already been in.

Why does everything come back to Trump

I think fame has gone to your head POGS get off the stage! Let someone else have a go, I hear Mawbroon does a 'Donald wheers yer troosers' that will make your hair stand on end.....

You'll get int trouble maggie for using 'passed over* you've got to say they died!

Oops.

Actually the air is more fragrant than fag ash.

IMHO of course.

Can somebody just pass my pint through the window, please? I can see some of those kitcheners heading home from their knit and natter and I need some ammunition in case they come over and start a ruck.

I don't know, I can't hear it clearly from the smokers' shelter outside, POGS. I've barred myself until those clouds of pickles and peanuts have passed over.

Are you hearing it?

It's the Andrews Sisters, ' Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy from Company B ' , or is it, ' The Wind Beneath My Wings '.

Hmm not sure myself and surely I should know.

merlot

It made me laugh.

Sorry Maw.

Quick light the joss stinks POGS feels a 'tune' coming on ?

Oooh! Am I barred?

That was quick.

Stand by .

I've had 6 pickled onions, 3 packets of peanuts and 4 pickled eggs.

I feel a tune coming on .

merlot I think that is just disgusting.
Fair enough, I am a prude but, it is disgusting.

been a bit down lately thank you ladies and gents.
pssst is that roses under the table?

There once was a woman named Jill
Tried a dynamite stick for the thrill
They found her vagina in South Carolina
And bits of her tits in Brazil.

Who's got the key? I left Roses and Hilda in charge?

Yay! A lock-in

Or in that case rocks off!

rock on anya

There was a young sailor named Bates
Who danced the fandango on skates.
But a fall on his cutlass
Has rendered him nutless,
And practically useless on dates.

who needs to be sober. It's Friday night and the weekend's just beginning. I'm up for a good bash of karaoke and chips. I think it's Help Yourself Time behind the bar....