And after they sober up, they can reconsider the name.

Well, Gentlemen, I think we'd better start the meeting. Before we start, though, I'll ask the padre for a prayer.

They'd better if they plan on hosting Sesame Street there.

Im_Gumby: Well, Gentlemen, I think we'd better start the meeting. Before we start, though, I'll ask the padre for a prayer.

Oh Lord, we beseech thee, have mercy on our faculty, Amen!!

Amen!

I predict this thread will get hot enough to boil a monkey's bum.

Christ. It's like they've decided to entirely disregard Rule 6.

cgraves67: And after they sober up, they can reconsider the name.

Really. "Bruce" is just unacceptable. I suggest "John". John Smallberries. John Bigboote...

Woolloomoolloo.
Woolloomoolloo.

That's just fun to say.

Woolloomoolloo.

Bruce's Bar and Grille?

The Philosopher's Drinking Song

Immanuel Kant was a real pissant
who was very rarely stable.
Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar
who could think you under the table.
David Hume could out consume
Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel,
And Wittgenstein was a beery swine
who was just as sloshed as Schlegel.

There's nothing Nietzsche couldn't teach ya
'bout the raisin' of the wrist.
Socrates himself was permanently pissed.

John Stuart Mill, of his own free will,
after half a pint of shandy was particularly ill.
Plato, they say, could stick it away,
'alf a crate of whiskey every day!
Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle,
and Hobbes was fond of his Dram.
And Rene Descartes was a drunken fart:
"I drink, therefore I am."

Yes, Socrates himself is particularly missed;
A lovely little thinker, but a bugger when he's pissed.

-- Monty Python

calm like a bomb: Christ. It's like they've decided to entirely disregard Rule 6.

I think you got the number wrong. Rule 6, if I'm right, is no Puftas.

This is Austria? Sounds more like American prudishness to me.

I know how to change thier minds!

THERE IS NO RULE 6!

I see we all need some clarification on the rules:

Rule 1: No poofters!
Rule 2: No member of the faculty is to maltreat the Abbos in any way at all -- if there's anybody watching
Rule 3: No poofters!
Rule 4: I don't want to catch anybody not drinking.
Rule 5: No poofters!
Rule 6: There is NO rule 6!
Rule 7: No poofters!

That concludes the reading of the rules, Bruce!

stephen74: Three cheers to Altman for the Coupling reference! That farking rules.

Hehe I was hoping someone would get the reference.

'ang on! Is your name not Bruce?

GalFriday: dittybopper: I predict this thread will get hot enough to boil a monkey's bum.

How did the monkey come to possess the bum? Wouldn't that be considered slavery? Or...if it is acceptable for a bum to own a monkey, I guess a monkey could own a bum. I am not sure how this works.

You're really a confused German guy with headphones, aren't you?

Harden the fark up!

dittybopper: I predict this thread will get hot enough to boil a monkey's bum.

That's a strange expression, Bruce!

Crack two!

Australia continues its slow slide into a becoming a completely no fun zone. What's up with you people? You act like nanny state types got in charge and...

..oh my apologies, they did. Carry on. With tea or some such I would assume, at least until someone decides that is over stimulating and someone might get hurt.

She's a real good Sheila and not at all stuck up.

"This is the wattle, the symbol of our land, you can stick it in a bottle, you can hold it in your hand..."



///been waiting 14 years to put that in a comment thread

Right, so this is New South Wales considering stopping public drinking on some parts of Sydney.

Given how illegal it is to drink in public in most of the US, you farkers are complaining about what exactly?

crow: "This is the wattle, the symbol of our land, you can stick it in a bottle, you can hold it in your hand..."



///been waiting 14 years to put that in a comment thread

AMEN

/ you beat me to it, Bruce

PNek: I see we all need some clarification on the rules:

Rule 1: No poofters!
Rule 2: No member of the faculty is to maltreat the Abbos in any way at all -- if there's anybody watching
Rule 3: No poofters!
Rule 4: I don't want to catch anybody not drinking.
Rule 5: No poofters!
Rule 6: There is NO rule 6!
Rule 7: No poofters!

That concludes the reading of the rules, Bruce!

Thank you for putting the list on. I guess I should drink less (or more) beer! Bruce

Donnchadha: Banned on the Run: Woolloomoolloo.
Woolloomoolloo.

That's just fun to say.

Woolloomoolloo.



Do dooo da do do!

+1

/Can't believe it took that long in the thread.

Just to clear up any confusion, everyone in this thread is now called Bruce.

madcan34: 'ang on! Is your name not Bruce?

Err...no, it's Micheal.

GalFriday: Cold1s: GalFriday: dittybopper: I predict this thread will get hot enough to boil a monkey's bum.

How did the monkey come to possess the bum? Wouldn't that be considered slavery? Or...if it is acceptable for a bum to own a monkey, I guess a monkey could own a bum. I am not sure how this works.

You're really a confused German guy with headphones, aren't you?

Yes, yes I am.

Enlighten yourself.

In this case 'bum' refers to the derriere of a monkey, not to a person in the service of one.

Most of these dry zones are actually Rule 2 in action. It moves the homeless on from the tourist areas and pushes them into surrounding suburbs.

luckyeddie: She's a real good Sheila and not at all stuck up.

That's good, because we don't like stuck up stickybits here, you pommy bastard.

/teaches logical logical positivism

Shall I lob a bottle of Fosters at yer 'ead?

ciberido
luckyeddie: She's a real good Sheila and not at all stuck up.

That's good, because we don't like stuck up stickybits here, you pommy bastard.

stickybeaks (howls of derisive laughter Bruce)

Meh. If you can afford to buy alcohol anywhere in Woolloomoolloo, you're not a local.
Pricey tourist trap.

If we are talking woolloomooloo, we could talk Bruce but I would rather talk Harry.

Kings Cross and Wooloomooloo?..Alcohol free zone? Sad times indeed.

For those not in the know, Wooloomooloo is home to Garden Island (Fleet Base East for the Royal Australian Navy). I've lost count of how many times I staggered back from the various bars and pubs of Wooloomooloo and the Cross with a beer in one hand and a ciggie in the other, grab a pie at Harrys then try to remember where my ship was parked.

And then do it all again the next day...