Hello again Ramone.... Will be nice to see you at Cyba's... just remember to not eat anything that is on the bar counter, unless its in a sealed brand name packet, okay? And order straight shots out of sealed bottles.. We got a hound dog there, a St Bernard, one of those HUGE mountain rescue dogs, that we got from the animal shelter for Wedward to use up in Austria for when he goes out to rescue Avalanche victims in the Alps... one of those huge hairy slobbery dogs with a barrel round its neck that usually contains brandy. Well his name is HoundDog, and I saw him bobbing for apples in the barrel of beer they use for filling jugs of beer.... and you know how St Bernards drooooool? Stick to bottled beer if you want beer.
And here is the song that goes with the New Cyba Dance.....
Sung to the tune of "My boyfriends back"
Wedy is back And there's gonna be trouble, heyyyna, heeeeyyna, Wedy is back.
He snuck out the back door When our backs were tuuuurrned... Heyyyna, Heeeeeyyna, And now he's back.
Repeat Chorus... 1st part.
And he never said a word... Cause his voice was sluured.. Heyyyna, Heeeeyyna, And now he's gonna puuurrrrrrrr....
Repeat Chorus...
THE DANCE. Stand next to each other, knees touching (your own or your neighbors), forearms raised, palms facing out, fingers spread. Do the "Shoobedoo" movement...waving arms and hands to right and left in time to music. Hips move in contra-movement. Facial expression: lips pursed, rolling eyes.
I would not eat a single thing in this pub if I was you. Especially when these two guys running the place make it themselves.
And rather order the alcohol that comes out of those upside down bottles....... I found HoundDog slobbering into the cask of draft beer where he was bobbing for the apples floating around
My dear Carlos.... thanks you for your explanation. Now, lets see.... Your bottles are going to go all round the world wherever the currents take them, and they could take 50 years to reach land. So that leaves you with wanting to watch underwater TV... you then need only a snorkel and goggles (lighter to carry). You going to be naked.... you only own a shirt. Your bum is going to get sun-burnt..... ! I dont think the rules include a whole lot of human bodies... just yourself and your 5 things. So you only got 3items so far... you gonna have to do some serious thinking here, lad.
Okay, if I cant make it as a hot-shot Lawyer.... then my second choice would be..... To be very very very careful of WHO I marry, and there must be VERY good reasons to get married... like he will have to get down on his knees and beg and grovel and plead, and make promises written in his own blood, while I think up more difficult things for him to sign and pledge his life to...
Wow, I have another mental picture here! Freeze dressed warmly, at 7am, half asleep, doing life-boat drill......and the life-boat tips as its being lowered into the sea.......and out spills Freeze..! and she hasnt even had her cup of coffee yet!
Carlos.... HOW MANY bottles? HOW MANY CLOTHES? Why fishing rod AND scuba gear HOW MANY FRIENDS?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now, do tell, what are the bottles for? What type of clothes? How many accessories to go with the fishing rod? Does Scuba gear involve those tanks you got to fill with oxygen and stuff? Where you gonna get the refills ? And now how you gonna feed all these friends? Unless you answer the questions, in detail, I am not even going to consider taking you with to MY tropical island !!!!
Sorry Freeze, I got a huge order from the Polizei Drug Squad for their Dog Handling Division.... the police dogs are crazy for my Super Duper Healthy Enhanced Energy Boosing Dog Biscuits...gives them lots and lots of energy. Cyberhippy says he doesnt want dog biscuits on his pub counter anymore. Which is just as well cause now I havent got time anymore to make up tiny little batches for the pub, even if its just for the good cause of feeding you poor starving wretches some super enhanced energy food.
SpiderMoose... Now I am disillusioned.... here I was expecting to have to go scrub out the toilets... and The Man hands me a BIER! So I went round the back to that nice sunny warm little corner out of the wind, and just grooved with my bottle of beer. Of course one beer leads to another, as we all know, so I came back inside and curled up on that big comfortable leather couch in the corner where they keep the crates of beer, and HoundDog.. the St Bernard rescue dog we got from the animal welfare to donate to Wedward for rescuing his avalanche victims... well HoundDog just kept coming over with a new bottle of beer in his mouth and dropping it in my lap.. then over he would come with the bottle opener in his big slobbery jaws... so I shared my beers with him. And got to thinking what a realy nice Boss Man old Cyberhippy is to work for. Now, after me and HoundDog demolished half a crate of beers, you go and tell me that he meant to hand me the toilet cleaner?! Well I hope he used the cleaner stuff on the toilets......... maybe running this pub is too much stress for him?
I love this silly idea..... why not just change the actual working hours? So we now all fooling ourselves that its 7am when its actually 8am. Or is it 6am? very confusing.... like trying to work out the advantages or disadvantages of increased inflation, and money exchanges when the market is good or bad... And then in a few months time we do the reverse story all over again...... But I like the idea that the clocks go back.... to where?
Okayho... We got Moldova, Mongolia, Macedonia, Mauritania.... so STILL I want to know... WHERE is Moldova? What language they speak? What currency they use? What clothes they wear? What dances they do? What do they eat? What do they drink? Do they have a Lotto?
HELP..... Funoldie seems to be made of some sort of ancient alabaster or something... he is permanently crying for help because he is cracking up! Hey, KK, I think I should teach you the Dance for Cracking Up, huh? Its a pretty slow dance, so you should be able to manage it.... its just when everything is finally cracked up that you get to do some realy energetic movement.
AMAZING !!!!! I did'nt know that there was anyone else on this planet who had even heard of the "ONE HORNED ONE EYED FLYING PURPLE PEOPLE EATER".......................! ! ! !
I seem to remember dancing to that when I was about 9yrs old !!
ah ha, so you are a pure Maltishiano! Now I will have to teach you the Maltishiano Dance, I just have to think about how it goes. Will come back to you on that one.
On first date we are usually always talking. Talking about self. Or listening to other one talking about self. And then it all depends how much self talks about self, wether self sounds boring, or self-obsessed, and how much self is interested in myself... and of course then Self must decide how much of self to divulge and whether or not it is worth it to divulge too much about self. And then finally to decide if this whole entire date was actually worth the two selfs making a further date to do something other than talk about Selves.
And here I thought you are Italiano!! I was going to teach you the Marone dance... now I got to find a British dance to teach you !!!! and all I can think of is that miserable wet ice and snow in UK... ! So I guessing maybe you should learn the Dance To Dry The Ice and Snow... then you would get the nice dry snow like in CH! except dry snow is not good for building snowmen....or igloos, it just floats away. Or maybe that special dance we have that Brings the Queen Out On Her Horse? There's a special time of year that when you do that dance.... out She will come riding her Horse.. an amazing dance that!... and it never fails to work!
Howzit Ramone.... what you been getting up to lately? We havent seen you at Cyba's Bar, dont you like it? What do you like doing in your spare time? You have a sort of intellectual look to you.....like a computer boffin or scientist...?
Hi guys, I just delivered another barrel of Gluewein. I had to go up into the forest this morning, thru the thick mist, passed all the gnarled old trees, got lost a few times, but just followed my piece of string I had tied to my front garden gate-post, but eventually I found the old man up there who brews the wine. Had to stand in this long queu of ancient old tractors with trailers driven by more gnarled old men waiting for their Gluewein orders, with their old wives bundled into the trailers where they sit to hold the barrel on the way home. While I was there I also picked up my firewood, tied in a huge bundle so I could carry it home on my head (good thing I got South African training about how to carrry neccessary things like water and firewood and crates of beer on my head, huh?) Then with the load of firewood on my head and the barrel of Gluewein strapped to my back, I just followed my piece of string back thru the forest..... and got home safely, PHEW! So now that the wine is delivered to the pub, I can go outside and chop up the firewood into more manageable sizes for the kitchen fire. And while using the chopper shall just behead a chicken or two for dinner. Gee the work never stops here.... I thought the Swiss were more modern than this? This is how my Grandma used to live about a 100 years ago!
Oh oh, This is urgent.... Cybahippy... THROW AWAY all the biscuits. That was not stale Origanum in the green stuff! Sorry, I thought the green stuff would make the biscuits look interesting.... not lethal! I hope you get there early enough to get rid of them before anyone starts eating them!!! My sincerest apologies. I am giving up baking forever from now on.
RE: Hello from Scotland UK
Hello again Ramone.... Will be nice to see you at Cyba's... just remember to not eat anything that is on the bar counter, unless its in a sealed brand name packet, okay? And order straight shots out of sealed bottles.. We got a hound dog there, a St Bernard, one of those HUGE mountain rescue dogs, that we got from the animal shelter for Wedward to use up in Austria for when he goes out to rescue Avalanche victims in the Alps... one of those huge hairy slobbery dogs with a barrel round its neck that usually contains brandy. Well his name is HoundDog, and I saw him bobbing for apples in the barrel of beer they use for filling jugs of beer.... and you know how St Bernards drooooool? Stick to bottled beer if you want beer.