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Post by Mini Mia on Apr 25, 2007 23:18:46 GMT -6
[shadow=limegreen,left,300][glow=yellow,2,300]~~ Now Open ~~[/glow][/shadow]
The "Whoosh Upon A Star" Bar & Grill becomes whatever you 'whoosh' it to be. All 'whooshes' and desires are granted here. Don't mind the Djinn, they're relatively harmless. 
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Post by Phalon on Apr 26, 2007 4:48:31 GMT -6
<peeks head in the door>
Oooooo, lookit this place all shiny and new.
And coffee! Fresh brewed, strong and hot!
Lemme be the first to place an order - a to-go cup, please.
Gotta run. Enjoy the day to all Sweet Tater Patrons who happen to stop in.
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Post by katina2nd on Apr 27, 2007 1:17:54 GMT -6
Right behind you Lady P. Looks like the sort of place I could happily spend a few days/weeks/months.
Wouldn't mind an order of Spare Ribs with Barbecue Sauce if that's possible MM.
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Post by moonglum on Apr 27, 2007 3:17:56 GMT -6
Seated over in a corner booth, the usual collection of hacks and papparazzi, shouted as the door opened, "Quiet we're trying to work in here. Now who's deal is it?"
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Post by Phalon on Apr 27, 2007 5:59:35 GMT -6
Ribs are served here? I'll skip them for now, as well as the paparazzi, and just order another coffee to go.
Have a good Friday, Sweet Taters.
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Post by fallenangel on Apr 27, 2007 8:20:11 GMT -6
Nice place. Ill take a cup of coffee as well.
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Post by moonglum on Apr 27, 2007 14:20:54 GMT -6
THE WHOOSH STAR BAR AND GRILL PIANO MAN
It's nine o'clock on friday
The usual crowd shuffles in
There's Vox who chose to sit next to me
Making love to her tonic and gin
She says "why dont we 'post' on a saturday"
"Why can't we 'post' tonight?"
"Do you remember the times, when we were so young"
"We used to 'post' half the night!"
Sing us a song you're the piano man
MG plays the Whoosh Bar and Grill
We've all had fun listening to your puns
But you're beginning to make us feel ill
Now farther down the bar sits Phalon
Getting stoned and for Hubs she yearns
For the price of a drink, this disarming greek
Will tell you how much a Grecian Urns
Maeve is our resident wordsmith
Logicologist, soothsayer and seer
She's re-arranging the letters on the menu
Trying to get from bottle to beer
Sing us a song you're the piano man
MG plays the Whoosh Bar and Grill
We've all had fun listening to your puns
But you're beginning to make us feel ill
There's a veterinarian named Scrappy
Who's had one hell of a day
She comes in here in full biker gear
But takes the bus for most of the way
Now Siren's a movie fanatic
She watches them all night and day
She's a bit of a whizz when it comes to a quiz
And she never gives nothing away
Sing us a song you're the piano man
MG plays the Whoosh Bar and Grill
We've all had fun listening to your puns
But you're beginning to make us feel ill
In a booth there's Kat from Australia
Where women glow and the men thunder
He's not as notorious as old Ned Kelly
But apparently bigger 'down-under'
Yinyang's just here for the coffee
Not looking to hoist up her sail
She'd rather be listening to Maroon Five
Another night that MG will fail
There's a waitress here name of Joxie
She gets me my drinks for free
She gives good advice and she's ever so nice
But there's some place she'd rather be
Sing us a song you're the piano man
MG plays the Whoosh Bar and Grill
We've all had fun listening to your puns
But you're starting to make us feel ill.
la la la, di da da
la la, di da da da
MG
(with acknowledgement to a Mr.Joel)
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Post by fallenangel on Apr 27, 2007 16:41:59 GMT -6
Very good music too. A couple beers please.
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Post by moonglum on Apr 27, 2007 18:57:33 GMT -6
A couple of iced ones on their way.
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Post by Phalon on Apr 27, 2007 21:24:19 GMT -6
<sniff> That was beautiful, Moonglum. <sob> Really.
Can I have a beer now? Not one of those English dark ales - a light colored one; one for the weak and feeble. (I had a bartender in London tell me once, that amber ale was only for the weak and feeble).
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Post by Mini Mia on Apr 28, 2007 1:57:31 GMT -6
Wouldn't mind an order of Spare Ribs with Barbecue Sauce if that's possible MM.
Your Whoosh is my command.
Yeppers.  Here you get whatever you Whoosh for. Your heart's desires are always granted.
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Post by Mini Mia on Apr 28, 2007 1:59:02 GMT -6
Nice singing. I couldn't have Whooshed for better.
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Post by Phalon on Apr 30, 2007 5:45:59 GMT -6
Ah, Monday morning....and it's a pretty one.
A quick whoosh through before work, to wish you all an enjoyable day.
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Post by moonglum on Apr 30, 2007 14:48:30 GMT -6
Ah, Monday evening.......the sun went down about an hour ago.
Yes, Phalon, it was an enjoyable day.
I'll have a beer please Sam (well he's got to be called Sam, hasn't he!)
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Post by Phalon on May 2, 2007 11:44:44 GMT -6
<rushes in. checks under tables, behind bar, in refrigerator...in oven - all to no avail>
Hey - has anybody seen my head lately? It doesn't seem to be attached today; having one of those day-off-with-a-million-and-three-things-to-do-and-only-time-for-ninety-nine-thousand-and-fifty-seven-running-around-like-a-chicken-with-its-head-cut-off kinda days.
Whew! That's a mouthful - and especially hard to say without a head.
I'd tell you all to have a great day, (or night, if that's what the case may be), but since I've lost my head, I'll have to just think it and you can listen to the voices in my head too.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on May 2, 2007 12:41:42 GMT -6
Um....they only talk to YOU remember?
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on May 3, 2007 18:46:52 GMT -6
*sigh* If it's not one thing it's another. Sent Mom off to work this morning without me cause I've got this 24 hour stomach thing. Finally get out of bed at like 10 and Mom walks in the door and says she's totaled my truck.
I about passed out not quite grasping the connection between the fact that she's actually standing there (albeit rather shaken and very bruised) and the words Freeway, accident, and totaled. Not to mention the fact that the damn airbag apparently didn't function. Thank god for seat belts.
About an hour of "OMG are you ok?" and then finally the first joke. "Funny how it turns into MY truck when it's totaled."
I need a drink....where's the barkeep in this joint?
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Post by Phalon on May 3, 2007 23:08:11 GMT -6
Looks as if she took the night off, Scrappy.
<Slides a bottle of Jack, and liter of Pespi down the bar>
Thankfully, your Mom is okay.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on May 3, 2007 23:09:46 GMT -6
What...no robo bar maids in this joint?
Ok ok...at least there's no pirates making messes in here.
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Post by Phalon on May 3, 2007 23:13:29 GMT -6
Those all come later; two are on sick-leave, and the rest are vacationing in Albuquerque.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on May 3, 2007 23:14:51 GMT -6
The robo bar maids? Do they get vacations?
Which reminds me....saw an HBO documentary on the Bunny Ranch.
Yeah don't ask.....it was a dare.
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Post by Phalon on May 3, 2007 23:18:45 GMT -6
Ah yes, and I know you can not pass on a dare. (eye-roll)
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on May 3, 2007 23:21:29 GMT -6
Yeah yeah....I'm a sucker.
Actually it was kinda interesting, You know those women make like a quarter of a million a year!
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Post by Phalon on May 3, 2007 23:33:53 GMT -6
Damn! What the heck was I thinking when I told them "I will not wear those bunny ears; they mess up my hair", and walked out of the interview?
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on May 3, 2007 23:36:37 GMT -6
Um...you realize we aren't talking about Hugh Hefners place right.....we're talking about that place in vegas....
Not that you couldn't fit right in...wait....um....no no it's not your style but you could....oh crap never mind.....shutting up now.
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Post by Phalon on May 3, 2007 23:47:45 GMT -6
Oh no, I didn't realize. I'm not up on my various bunny colonies, I suppose - I didn't know there was more than one. Should have guessed it though - the way those things tend to multiply out of control. And I'm not even going to comment on your "oh...wait...uhm...nevermind". Pfft. Cuz I've no idea what you're talking about. Too late for me to even try. Off to sleep, where the only bunnies that I'm aware of are the dust bunnies colonizing under the bed. 'Night, Moppet ![]() storage.proboards.com/893671/images/ljxEFlZASExudmonnAMT.gif[/mgi] |
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Post by Mini Mia on May 5, 2007 0:03:41 GMT -6
Phalon, let's just say that what they sell is only legal there, and nowhere else in the US. It's also legal in the "Red Light" districts in other countries. 
Google Searches To Try:
Bunny Ranch+NV
Bunny Ranch+Las Vegas
Legalized Prostitution+USA
Legalized Prostitution
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Post by Phalon on May 5, 2007 5:27:35 GMT -6
Ah....so that is what Scrappy meant when she said I'd fit in....it's because I hoe around in the garden. Right, Scrappy? (this is your chance to save yourself)
Later Sweet Taters. Gotta run to get ready to hoe around at work now.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on May 5, 2007 7:25:34 GMT -6
Absolutely...that is exactly what I meant......*grin*
Is it working? Am I convincing?
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Post by katina2nd on May 5, 2007 19:28:07 GMT -6
Sorry to hear about "your" truck Scrappy, though of course the main thing is that your Moms okay .............. she didn't take driving lessons from you by any chance did she, you know, only three speeds, fast, faster and fastest?  Hope ya were insured. |
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