Monday, June 27, 2011
Bad idea #72: A risque restaurant for entomologists called "Pooters"
Yes, I am pouring the beer into your lap rather than into your bowl. Again. But let's not pretend that you come here for the quality of the service.
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"When did you say you put your deodorant on?"
according to my calculations, the arc of the pouring fluid will reach the bowl quite handily.
Obviously, the eliteists at Riddled have never performed service jobs.
...say, that's not one of them new serving amphorices, is it?
Seems to me that would depend on angular momentum and the amount of Pooters Porter in the pot, zrm?
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His boobs are disturbingly better than hers.
Beyond that purely aesthetic observation, the ultimate destination of the porter will be entirely dependent upon the rotational velocity of the pitcher coupled with the shape and design of the spout.
If either are insufficient to project the flow outward, the ale will, yet again, soak the gentleman's somewhat rustic take on the concept of 'cutoffs'....
Although considering where his left hand appears to be, I don't blame her for pouring a pitcher of ice on his yarbles.
He's tilting the bowl so it'll end up in HERS HA HA.
I don't think he is tilting the bowl on purpose.
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