ANNOUNCEMENT: 1st Annual TBP Outing / NYC

IDENTIFICATION: Simple … wear a NAME TAG. Dopplers welcome

10$ a beer? Holy shit you shitty slickers must make bank to be able to afford that!

I can get a growler for 12 around here….

Also, with the Mrs. only working part time I can’t pick up and fly to NYC to drink with old people, so I’ll have to take a rain check.

Have fun guys, I’m very jealous 🙂

wish I could come actually ! here in Georgia too far away and I carry a firearm most places I go , , will not go where I cannot. if you ever want to do a Georgia visit , I got 18 acres , and down this way southern hospitality is in effect , beer and eats go with the offer . Zero chance of statist police harassment lol . $10 a beer ? you gotta be shitting me lol .

1 ‘Twas the night before the Shitfest, when all thro’ the town,
2 Not a shit-flinging monkey was stirring, not even an assclown;
3 The barf bags were hung by the barkeep with care,
4 In hopes that the monkeys soon would be there;
5 The monkeys were nestled all snug in their beds,
6 While visions of beer kegs danc’d in their heads,
7 Mrs Freud in her ‘kerchief, and Stuck in his cap,
8 Had just settled their noggins for a short little nap-
9 When outside their hotel there arose such a clatter,
10 Nick sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
11 Away to the window he flew like the flash,
12 Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash.
13 The moon on the breast of the sleeping skid row,
14 Gave the lustre of mid-day to trashbags below;
15 When, to Stuck’s wondering eyes should appear,
16 A raucous Admin, and eight drunken monkeys,
17 With a little old auto, so lively and quick,
18 He knew in a moment it must be a trick.
19 More rapid than taxes the shitflingers came,
20 And he whistled, and shouted, and call’d them by name:
21 “Now! LLPOH, now! SSS, now! Boston, and Billy,
22 “On! Clammy, on! bb, on! TE and Iska;
23 “To the top of the bar! to the top of the wall!
24 “Now drink away! drink away! drink away all!”
25 As dry leaves before the rain cry,
26 When they meet with some moisture, turn up to the sky;
27 So up to the house-top the monkeys they flew,
28 With their bellies full of brew – and Old Nicholas too:
29 And then in a twinkling, he heard on the roof
30 The dancing and falling of each little goof.
31 As he drew in his head, and was turning around,
32 Down the staircase Admin came with a bound:
33 He was dress’d all in fur, from his head to his foot,
34 And his clothes were all tarnish’d with ashes and soot;
35 A barrel of liquor was flung on his back,
36 And he look’d like a peddler just opening his pack:
37 His eyes – how they twinkled! his dimples how merry,
38 His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry;
39 His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
40 And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;
41 The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
42 And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
43 He had a broad face, and a little round belly
44 That shook when he laugh’d, like a bowl full of jelly:
45 He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
46 Nick laugh’d when he saw him in spite of himself;
47 A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
48 Soon gave Nick to know he had nothing to dread.
49 He spoke not a word, but went straight to his brew,
50 And fill’d all the beer steins; then turn’d with a jerk,
51 And laying his finger aside of his nose
52 And giving a snot, up the stairwell he rose.
53 He sprung to his Prius, to his team gave a whistle,
54 And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle:
55 But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight-
56 Happy Shitfest to all, and to all a good fight.