A guy comes into a bar and asks the barman for twelve-year-old scotch. The barman thinks "This guy is pretty pretentious" and proceeds to pour him a drink of six-year-old scotch.
He gives it to the customer who takes a drink, exclaiming, "This isn't twelve-year-old scotch, this is six-year-old scotch"
The barman thinks, hey this guy knows what he's talking about, and the two of them get into a conversation about where the customer is from etc..
At one point an old guy, who was sitting at the other end of the bar comes over with a glass and hands it to the customer. The latter takes a drink, and spits it out.
"This is piss!" he yells.
The old guy nods and says, "Yeah, but how old am I?"
I love this one too ! amazing work Boris :) Gene, you reassuring me because the half of the time I don't understand what is the link beetween the post and some comments. At begining, I wondered if it was because of my "french brain" and the difference of culture, but it seems that I'm not alone ;) I like poetry and jokes but the authors may can open their own Show?? It would be a good idea ;)
Wednesday, June 17, 2009 at 12:13PM
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A guy comes into a bar and asks the barman for twelve-year-old scotch. The barman thinks "This guy is pretty pretentious" and proceeds to pour him a drink of six-year-old scotch.
He gives it to the customer who takes a drink, exclaiming, "This isn't twelve-year-old scotch, this is six-year-old scotch"
The barman thinks, hey this guy knows what he's talking about, and the two of them get into a conversation about where the customer is from etc..
At one point an old guy, who was sitting at the other end of the bar comes over with a glass and hands it to the customer. The latter takes a drink, and spits it out.
"This is piss!" he yells.
The old guy nods and says, "Yeah, but how old am I?"
You hiss and groan
And you constantly moan
But you don't ever go away
And that's because All You Need Is Me.
You roll your eyes
Up to the skies
Mock horrified
But you're still here
All you need is me
There's so much destruction
All over the world
And all you can do is complain about me
You bang your head against the wall
And say you're sick of it all
Yet, you remain
'Cause all you need is me
And then you offer your one and only joke
And ask me "What will I be,
When I grow up to be a man"?
Me? NOTHING!
There's a soft voice
Singing in your head
Who can this be?
I do believe it's me
There's a naked man standing
Laughing in your dreams
You know who it is
But you don't like what it means
There's so much destruction
All over the world
And all you can do is complain about me
I was a small fat child in a welfare house
There was only one thing I ever dreamed about
Fate has just handed it to me
Whoopee!
You don't like me but you love me,
Either way you're wrong
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
You don't like me but you love me,
Either way you're wrong
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
I'll be appearin' all week.
I love this one! I don't get the comments though, what are they talking about?
Beats the shit outta me. Thanks Gene.
I love this one too ! amazing work Boris :)
Gene, you reassuring me because the half of the time I don't understand what is the link beetween the post and some comments. At begining, I wondered if it was because of my "french brain" and the difference of culture, but it seems that I'm not alone ;)
I like poetry and jokes but the authors may can open their own Show?? It would be a good idea ;)