So – like I said before, eh? – we’re hanging out at the friggin’ Apartment 58 nightclub right over Frank & Stein’s in Guelph and Gooch disappears into the bathroom. Which he’s been known to do. Holy fuck. Anyways, Gooch comes out of the bathroom like friggin’ 9-O and starts talkin abooot some new fangled christmas drink or something. So he goes “lemme through to the bar, eh?” and we stand back while he orders 7 kife Candy Cane Martinis. Fuck right off, eh? And… scene.
After I drank the thing and resisted the strange urge I suddenly had to slap a cock against my forehead, we all agreed that they were quite tasty. And you thought you had to be German, homeless or both to enjoy the mentholated madness of peppermint schnapps.
That’s it. That’s the story. I thought these photos which Art sent me today were funny and needed an excuse to fire them up. Not all my tales will be winners, folks. Possibly even somewhere less than half. But I keep them coming, and nobody’s got a gun to your head.
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I blame Gooch’s semi-gay need to consume those candycane martinis for my tardiness at breakfast the next day.
Can you put up a photo of my that looks like I have teeth please?
Art
One thing I left out of the article is, he saw the martinis advertised on a poster over the urinal. He came out of that bathroom a man possessed. WAY to fired up over foo-foo fruity drinks. Especially for a brewmaster.
Ummmmm, more Canadians drinking Peppermint Schnappe martinis.
Doods…… The Martinis were frickin Deeeeeeliscious, although I think the only proper setting to suck back those ping-pong tidlies is on a “I’m coming out of the closet….look at my Liberace outfit…….do these sequins make my ass look big…….I need a beefy wang in the ear…..Night” Haven’t been to one of those “theme” parties yet, so you big city slickers will have to let me know what it’s all aboot. And ladies….I’m not gay, (although there’s nothing wrong with that), if ladies actually view this blog. PyeMan can’t wait to see you in the G-spot sometime soon.
I’m out.
ThaGooch
Hey, which guy bought the martinis? The drunk guy on the left whose elbow is about to slip off the bar or the toothless wonder on the right?
Posted by Anonymous
The guy on the left. Art, by the way, actually has teeth. That’s just an optical illusion triggered by a swift kick to the chops.
Posted by David Pye