Ahhhh, I remember those days well... the comforting coolness of the porcelain... the technicolor bowl....
Dunno if I've posted this here before. But, a lifetime ago, I was witness to what was probably the all time worst attempt at a pick up line in the history of taverns...
There was a club downtown named the Mad Hatter that would have nickle beer night on Thursdays. (3.2% beer for the 18-21 year old crowd)
It was a standing joke that they had plumbed a direct line from the urinals to the tap. And, if you had just been paid and felt flush and maybe even wanted to impress a girl, you would drop a whole dollar on the bar and say, "Just let me know when that runs out...."
Anyhow, one night there was a young lad making a bee-line for the restroom with that look on his face... Well, you just knew he was gonna puke.... and, you knew he wasn't gonna make it. So, he stops at a large round table full of girls, picks up a half finished pitcher and uses that.
As the girls are all pushing away from the scene covering their mouths to keep from puking themselves, he wipes his mouth, turns to one and says, "So, what's your name?"
