Tuesday, September 12, 2006

out again with Balvenie Weenie™.

Time for commenter participation again! What would the bartender's riposte be to the Balvenie Weenie's yet-again clever conversation starter? Here's a couple quickies:
—Shut the fuck up, you anal fissure.
—How about a Triple? Some rot gut, a kick in the balls, and a punch in your mouthless face?
We don't serve whiners.
OK, those suck. You can do better (I'm looking at you, anon "I'd fuck him" commenter.). Check the previous BW posts below to get the idiotic flavor.

previously:
1. The Balvenie Weenie Motto.
2. Balvenie Weenie, Cinco de Mayo edition.
3. The Balvenie Weenie.

23 Comments:

Anonymous nick said...

Bartender:

"No you can order a double, but it's $300, you have to find a buddy, and I won't let them show my face on film... Now fuck off."

3:03 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

A silent glare, followed by the sound of an overpriced bottle of whiskey breaking over a human skull.

3:21 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"Are you talking to me?"

Nods. Non-existent mouth gives nothing away.

"Suck my ass."

*Thwock*

4:16 PM  
Blogger Matt said...

"You want a double? One of you douchebags is plenty."

4:51 PM  
Anonymous rumandpopcorn said...

You can order a double. A double dose of 'shut the fuck up.' Now take your ass back to the prom supply store where you stole that tuxedo before I cut you."

5:18 PM  
Anonymous Bucky Turco said...

In the the Gold Room:
"Here's to five miserable months on the wagon and all the irreparable harm that it's caused me."

7:07 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'd fuck him. Mounted like the pony on his shirt's Polo crest. One dee-li-cious chukka after another!

Where's my helmet, kneepads and whip?

8:13 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh, and let him have that double... he's going to need it.

8:26 PM  
Anonymous Jumper Bailey said...

Bartender:

"Yes."

10:31 PM  
Blogger Make the logo bigger said...

“No, you can order a double. Hey, wanna come back to my place after work and see my collection of heads?”

2:36 AM  
Blogger Scamp said...

Order whatever you want.

But please, never talk to me again.

9:11 AM  
Blogger Slinky Redfoot said...

One bourbon, one scotch and one razor blade.

10:06 AM  
Anonymous Theresa said...

Looke here, chode. This is your house and you hired me to be here. So fucking order whatever the fuck you want.

12:07 PM  
Anonymous Theresa said...

Or:

"Fucking order whatever the fuck, you fuck."

I think that works better.

12:10 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Bartender: "How many times do you have to be called fuckface before you get rid of your mouth altogether?"

1:34 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Bartender: I don't get it.

2:46 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Bartender:

"This is not a singles bar. It's a hotel bar, you git."

7:49 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Christ, what an asshole.

1:29 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"Talking out of your ass again, I see."

2:04 PM  
Anonymous Moda di Magno said...

"Out dumb ass - just get out"

12:17 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

You must live with your mother.

4:50 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Your 12-year-old brother called: he wants his wit back.

4:52 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Bartender: Haw, haw, haw. That's the funniest shit I've ever heard. LOL

12:39 PM  

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