Another nice mess

Things are not remarkable these days. I must resort to filler. :| [don't look at me!]

At of turn of the century, I went on a car trip from Dublin to Clare with my pals Neil and Ruth. To pass some time, Neil told a joke. He asked me if I had heard the one with the three Irish brothers and the three pints in three different bars. I told him I didn't remember it.*

So...

Neil:"A man walks into a pub in Dublin. He sets himself down at the bar and asks for three pints of Guinness. The three pints were put out in front of him and he drank them one by one. Every week he did the same thing, pint after pint after pint of black stuff.
"Eventually, overcome by curiosity the bartender says to him,'You've been drinking the pints like that for ages. They'd be better if I poured them one at a time, you know?' Your man says,'Myself and me two brothers were very close growing-up. So, when they left Ireland for work, we swore we'd go to our locals and drink 3 pints each, pretending the other two were there.' And so the tradition continued. Until one day, your man comes in and only orders two pints. The bartender was shocked-"

Mairtin: "-He gave up drinking!"

Judging by Ruth's laughter, the spontaneous punch-line was likely better the intended ending.
See, I'm all about changing things up, it is how I roll. Or is it [changing things up, that is]?

In short, no...

At length: It was hardly original. It is a classic comic duo piece- e.g. Abbott and Costello, Laurel and Hardy, Fred and Barney, and The Mighty Boosh.

Neil lined it up all good and proper, while I ruined it for him.** [It still makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside].

In the dim-distant past, I imagine a group of neanderthals hanging around a fire, you know, just chillin' in their cave... mrs Neanderthal in the back flailing the mastadon shank.** Fat Neanderthal is centre...uh cave... telling the tale of "How He killed An Antelope With One Flint Spear [it is much shorter in Cavish: Gru-ooo-duk].

FN: "Uggg ah-uh waaaaaaah!" [FN Gesticulates wildly]

Of course the skinny neanderthal contradicts him continuously.

SN: "ahhh ooooo uh...." [SN unibrow crinkles dubiously]
FG: "... drrrrg grrr..." [FG glares warningly, some grinning around the fire]

The fat guy gets worked up more and more.

FN: "guh oh aaaa-"
SN: "-mrm maah..."
FN: "..." [FG Seethes, audience chuckles]

Finally the skinny guy remembers that he was thinking of another hunt.
FN: "Bggg baaaada boo-"
SN: "-aaaaaaaah! ooooooo bugger" [SN contrite]
FN: "arrrrrrrrghhhhgghghghghghg!" [FN Strangles SN, laughter rolls over the tableau]
FN & SN: "huh?"

Next thing you know the two are bringing their show to every fire place in warren of caves.

Shakespeare wrote: "All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players"

Sometimes, I think he got it wrong. In some cases it would make more sense to say:

"All the world is a stage of the world of the stage of the world... and all the men and women merely players of all the men and women that are players of all the men and women that are players of all the men and women..."

I was worried that I would be butchering the grammer of that phrase by making it recursive... I guess the grammer police will let me know shortly... Which reminds me!

I am a big fan of www.fmylife.com because of the unfortunate but hilarious stories it presents. My current favourite highlights that grammatical decadence and moral decadence do not go hand in hand- http://www.fmylife.com/sex/869850.


*I didn't at the time, I'm not that sadistic
**In this case I was the funny guy, whereas in another instance I was the titular "straight man"
***Equal rights being a few eons off