More Slipper Heat
Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 9:12 am
I'm gettin sick of this now.
Got thrown out of another pub yesterday for wearing slippers. Now they're not over the top big yellow homer Simpson ones or those ones that look like the feet of a yeti, but plain and simple mockeson ones in brown suede. Even with the neatly tied shoelace bow they could pass as shoes no problem but landlords seem to hate them.
Anyway, I walked into the pub with sunburnt man, ordered a couple of pints with red wine and double baileys chasers. We then went and sat down by the log fire. When the barman saw my stylish footwear he ordered me to leave!!
We never even got near the machine, which was a video perfect game for those interested.
So anyway, we quickly necked the drinks and moved on to the dub dond round the corner. It turned out that 'turns up in random pubs man' was in there. Not sure how he got that nickname? I never even made it to the bar before the barman said 'excuse me, you can't come in wearing those'. I was shocked. 'Why not?' I asked. 'Because, those that wear slippers are normally here to empty my machine' he replied. As it was a dub dond I guess I couldn't really argue with him could I?
So I decided to leave the town and try another but then I got a call from Tony From Oxford.
He informed me that he'd just come out of a top boys meeting and that the emptier for Bejewled2 was about to go public(there was one in a pub round the corner) and I was welcome to go and do it. Obviously when Tony From Oxford tells you this he's just using you as a guinea pig to see if the chips are nationwide. But you don't say no to Tony From Oxford.
Anyway, sunburnt man had to go home to his family, Compact was busy but his brother Blu Ray came in with me to cover the machine from Redlinesman spies. The skill gem method worked no problem but we'd only got 2 out of it before the staff spotted my footware and asked us to leave.
I was gettin fed up with this so I went to shoe zone and bought some cheapy shoes instead.
'Ooh, another professional fruit machine player' said the rather cute and moderately obese lady behind the counter. I told her I was Tony From Oxfords lacky and she apollogised and let me have the shoes for free. The influence that man has.
I then went home to prepare a bejewled2 route on my fruit-nav. I also had some dinner. I had taramasalata on pita bread for starter, a fillet steak(medium rare) cooked by 'occasionally cooks fillet steak in peoples houses when he's not working in his family owned steak house restaurant who walks with a slight limp to cover the jingle of coins because he's a part time player' man and then jelly and ice cream for desert. With a nice bottle of red all whilst watching Essex babes 40+ on one if those babestation channels.
Anyway, dont wear slippers in pubs.
BFK.
Got thrown out of another pub yesterday for wearing slippers. Now they're not over the top big yellow homer Simpson ones or those ones that look like the feet of a yeti, but plain and simple mockeson ones in brown suede. Even with the neatly tied shoelace bow they could pass as shoes no problem but landlords seem to hate them.
Anyway, I walked into the pub with sunburnt man, ordered a couple of pints with red wine and double baileys chasers. We then went and sat down by the log fire. When the barman saw my stylish footwear he ordered me to leave!!
We never even got near the machine, which was a video perfect game for those interested.
So anyway, we quickly necked the drinks and moved on to the dub dond round the corner. It turned out that 'turns up in random pubs man' was in there. Not sure how he got that nickname? I never even made it to the bar before the barman said 'excuse me, you can't come in wearing those'. I was shocked. 'Why not?' I asked. 'Because, those that wear slippers are normally here to empty my machine' he replied. As it was a dub dond I guess I couldn't really argue with him could I?
So I decided to leave the town and try another but then I got a call from Tony From Oxford.
He informed me that he'd just come out of a top boys meeting and that the emptier for Bejewled2 was about to go public(there was one in a pub round the corner) and I was welcome to go and do it. Obviously when Tony From Oxford tells you this he's just using you as a guinea pig to see if the chips are nationwide. But you don't say no to Tony From Oxford.
Anyway, sunburnt man had to go home to his family, Compact was busy but his brother Blu Ray came in with me to cover the machine from Redlinesman spies. The skill gem method worked no problem but we'd only got 2 out of it before the staff spotted my footware and asked us to leave.
I was gettin fed up with this so I went to shoe zone and bought some cheapy shoes instead.
'Ooh, another professional fruit machine player' said the rather cute and moderately obese lady behind the counter. I told her I was Tony From Oxfords lacky and she apollogised and let me have the shoes for free. The influence that man has.
I then went home to prepare a bejewled2 route on my fruit-nav. I also had some dinner. I had taramasalata on pita bread for starter, a fillet steak(medium rare) cooked by 'occasionally cooks fillet steak in peoples houses when he's not working in his family owned steak house restaurant who walks with a slight limp to cover the jingle of coins because he's a part time player' man and then jelly and ice cream for desert. With a nice bottle of red all whilst watching Essex babes 40+ on one if those babestation channels.
Anyway, dont wear slippers in pubs.
BFK.
