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posted by: ;~} (reply) post date: 05.18.04 (1:53 pm) ver poer sun des fl atrd you turn down beans and bananas for leek stew. I hope you like heavy seasoning. posted by: dangerkitty (reply) post date: 05.18.04 (7:24 pm) Reply to: Kwurk ;~} I like spicy food. |
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After enjoying a few rounds of shots at this popular Irish pub on 6th Street, I headed for the restroom to splash some water on my face and to relieve my bladder which had been screaming at me for at least 45 minutes. On my way back from the ladies' room, I bumped into 2 men standing in line infront of the men's room. At first I was shocked that there was a line for the men's room. I mean that never happens. Women will queue up for 4 blocks to get to the restroom but the line for the guys is either unfairly short or the guys just find some space in the alley out back (as was said earlier - the world is their urinal). Then I recognized the two men. Sean Bean was leaning against the wall, his eyes glazed over and he had an impossibly wide grin on his face. Leaning on his shoulder, looking like he was about to pass out was Eric Bana, drunk as a skunk but still incredibly adorable. I told them the ladies' room was uncharacteristically empty, so if they couldn't wait to hurl, they could sneak in. Sean muttered something that sounded like a "thank you" in my direction and Eric lifted his head ever so slightly to look at me. I decided to take the opportunity to ask a few questions and may be get a phone number. They continued to mumble but they might as well have been speaking Latin. Here's what I asked them and the jist of what I think they were trying to say in Latin.