Some highlights from The Slaughtered Lamb menu. A beer selection the size of Jupiter in a bar with as much atmosphere as Io.
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Install and ran this CD phone directory… or just use the internet.
Regarding the middle one, don’t be so quick to judge. How do you know that it wasn’t the forth statement in a conversation that went something like the following:
“Who owns those 142 cats?”
“They’re the terrible two’s. The cats all belong those excruciatingly obnoxious twins.”
“What do you mean, the terrible two’s?”
“Which part of the terrible two’s don’t you understand?”
Of course, if that is the context, the fifth part of that conversation would probably be, “God, I never realized what an insufferable ass you are!” (You’d be surprised, but I get that a lot myself.)
Hm, The Slaughtered Lamb…wasn’t that the pub in An American Werewolf in London? I guess the person who made the beer menu decided to sample all the varieties before getting to work.
Brian, this isn’t the only offense the Slaughtered Lamb has on its record. Look at the sign out front!
Who are these people who insist on i before e??? “Bud-wieser” and “War-stiener.” Mayhap they were paying adherent and rapt attention in middul skul after all.
Only recently did the following sign detach itself from a local fence post:
Cow’s for Sale.
Love the blog,