True Bar Stories ..

SifuPhil said:
....The first time I ever bounced was in New York City at a fairly large and famous strip club. Being 18 years old, there were a lot of things I had to learn about the world.

The bouncers there knew it. They told me there was a problem in the women's dressing room. I ran to the back of the club, burst through the dressing room door, only to find all of the dancers - gorgeous, long-legged 18-25 year olds - posing naked on chairs, countertops and the floor, laughing their brains out.

I went into instant brain lock and was blushing the rest of my first night.
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I was 17 when I was sent to work with a construction crew. I hung a door and the guys told me I did it wrong, it was making a weird sound.

"What kind of sound?"

"Well, it sort of bumps and then it grinds. Just go open it, you'll see what I mean."

Yep. She bump and then she grind.

And I was done for the day.
 

Wrigley's said:
I was 17 when I was sent to work with a construction crew. I hung a door and the guys told me I did it wrong, it was making a weird sound.

"What kind of sound?"

"Well, it sort of bumps and then it grinds. Just go open it, you'll see what I mean."

Yep. She bump and then she grind.

And I was done for the day.
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LOL!

Good thing there were no lap joints ...
 
I have 2 more observation/stories to tell & then I'm done


Laurel & Hardy


These are the best buds ,the regular guys that come into your bar and make it a second home.
They just play pranks, laugh, play darts or pool and joke all night. These are the guys you like
to see walk in the door. They're happy.. they aren't trouble makers..they treat you like their
buddy. They are also very good for business because other patrons like them too.
 

The Boogie Man
This was the scariest person who ever walked into my bar. It was close to closing and the bar emptied out. I was alone. A tall large man dressed in black with a jagged scar running the length of his face and a flat black hat walks in and up to the bar. I am gripped in fear because every gut instinct I have is telling me to run. I'm fully aware that the Devil has just walked up to my bar. I don't say anything at all. I just look at him. He looks at me with those eyes of a death reaper and says " Would you like to know your future?" I quietly say " No. Not at all." He stares at me hard and drools. Drool drops land on my bar top. I am now physically shaking. In walk one of the street working girls and her pimp. She says" Howya doing pumpkin? Give us a drink?" I tell her sure and pour them both a drink. She and the pimp sit up at the bar. The Devil says nothing and turns around and walks out the door. The scariest man I ever had in my bar. The street angel tells me " We saw him come in
and we wanted to make sure you were okay. That is one scary mofo huh?" I tell her " Bless you bless you. I owe you a big one Honey & thank you also Honey's guy." They stayed until I locked the doors and walked me to my car. Never judge the street angels, they are human beings & sometimes they save your life in the tight spots.
 
Wow - Reaper story. :eek:

Although I have to say - if it wasn't for the scar, that could have been me. I drool sometimes. :playful:

Laurel and Hardy - yep, some regulars you actually don't mind seeing. It's always a mix.
 

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