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Matthew 3:7-10

But when he saw many of the Pharisees and Sadducees coming to where he was baptizing, he said to them: "You brood of vipers! Who warned you to flee from the coming wrath?

Produce fruit in keeping with repentance.

And do not think you can say to yourselves, 'We have Abraham as our father.' I tell you that out of these stones God can raise up children for Abraham.

The ax is already at the root of the trees, and every tree that does not produce good fruit will be cut down and thrown into the fire.

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There was only one civilian casualty during the three-day Battle of Gettysburg

27 November, 2005

Tales From NYC: Went To Hell's Kitchen, Going To Hell (Part 4)

The Cellar Bar.

Barrel-vaulted ceilings, ancient chandeliers, loud system, soft lights. Women dancing behind the bar, grasping on to wrought-iron concoctions lit with neon lights. $8 bottled beers. Wines ranging in prices up to $19/glass. Leather sofas.

This was more of a club than a bar. Small, yet with ample dancing real estate, which we used. Boy, did we ever. At one point, Adam, pleading too drunk to remember later on, busted out the Robot.

The dialects went well at this point, with dancing always being an option to cutaway, and having more time to practice and more alcohol in the old system. We had to remember to use words such as "Lift," when presented with an elevator, and such... plus we threw in a few blatant stereotypical phrases to try to get a laugh out of each other.

As the night progressed further into morning, the ladies' feet, particularly Christy's, began to feel the pain of walking around NYC all day, and she permanently sidelined herself.

So, we ended up getting into our backgrounds and such. Since Adam only really knew of two locations in London, he ended up answering the "Where in London are you from?" question with none other than "Trafalgar Square."

Apparently he thought "Piccadilly Circus" was too unbelievable.

A few more dances, and a few more drinks (paid for by the ladies - a little dialect goes a long way), and the morning had wound it's way around to 4:00am.

The music stopped, the lights came on, and everyone poured out of the bar onto the sidewalks of 40th Street.

There was quite a bit of awkward standing around, before I spoke up.

"Any place around here serve tea this time of night?"
"Ooh, yeah. I could do a bit of that," Adam chimed in. "And maybe some breakfast."

Christy added her two cents, noting of a great diner around the corner from their hotel. She then proceeded to attempt to pry one of the Hyenas off of Debbie, which almost resulted in a fight. But that is an entirely different story altogether.

Suffice it to say, in two shakes of a lambs tail, or thereabouts, Adam, Christy, Debbie, and myself were in a cab heading for a local diner, with the ladies' calling out insults on the Tools an praising the likes of us Limeys.

posted by Rockel @ 7:00 PM

4 Comments:

At 28/11/05 1:55 AM, Anonymous said…

You know, its so unfair.. A) you get to go to NYC B) you already can get the ladies C) you throw in the accent jsut for fun and your not tryign to get the ladies and you still get the ladies...

so unfair.. well im kinda glad i wasnt there.. my irish accent is .. lets say lets than perfected..

peace love and jersey
At 28/11/05 4:45 AM, Anonymous said…

interesting =)
At 28/11/05 6:06 AM, The Cobra said…

You're so tooly.

Holler @cha Cobra
At 28/11/05 6:32 AM, Doyle said…

I can remember a time when accents were a bit more of a challenge for you. Its a beautiful thing what 4 years and $60K can do for your pick-up lines.

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ON THE NICKEL
by Tom Waits

("I'd like to do a new song here. This is eh, it's about downtown Los Angeles on 5th Street. And eh all the winos affectionately refer to it as The Nickel. So this is kind of a hobo's lullaby.")

sticks and stones will break my bones,
but i always will be true, and when
your mama is dead and gone,
i'll sing this lullabye just for you,
and what becomes of all the little boys,
who never comb their hair,
well they're lined up all around the block,
on the nickel over there.

so you better bring a bucket,
there is a hole in the pail,
and if you don't get my letter,
then you'll know that i'm in jail,
and what becomes of all the little boys,
who never say their prayers,
well they're sleepin' like a baby,
on the nickel over there.

and if you chew tobacco, and wish upon a star,
well you'll find out where the scarecrows sit,
just like punchlines between the cars,
and i know a place where a royal flush,
can never beat a pair, and even thomas jefferson,
is on the nickel over there.

so ring around the rosie, you're sleepin' in the rain,
and you're always late for supper,
and man you let me down again,
i thought i heard a mockingbird, roosevelt knows where,
you can skip the light, with grady tuck,
on the nickel over there.

so what becomes of all the little boys,
who run away from home,
well the world just keeps gettin' bigger,
once you get out on your own,
so here's to all the little boys,
the sandman takes you where,
you'll be sleepin' with a pillowman,
on the nickel over there.

so let's climb up through that button hole,
and we'll fall right up the stairs,
and i'll show you where the short dogs grow,
on the nickel over there.