
Thank God it's Friday
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Thank God it's Friday
What a hellish week, Just wanted to wish all of you forumites a Happy Friday. I hope my Wife stocked up the fridge with Pabst!!!! 

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SAM: What'll you have Normie? NORM: Well, I'm in a gambling mood, Sammy. I'll take a glass of whatever comes out of that tap. SAM: Looks like beer, Norm. NORM: Call me Mister Lucky.
WOODY: What's the story, Mr. Peterson? NORM: The Bobbsey twins go to the brewery. Let's cut to the happy ending.
WOODY: Hey, Mr. Peterson, there's a cold one waiting for you. NORM: I know. If she calls, I'm not here.
WOODY: How's it going, Mr. Peterson? NORM: Poor. WOODY: I'm sorry to hear that. NORM: No, I mean pour.
WOODY: Pour you a beer, Mr. Peterson? NORM: All right, but stop me at one. Make that one-thirty.
WOODY: What's going on, Mr. Peterson? NORM: The question is what's going in Mr. Peterson? A beer please, Woody.
WOODY: How would a beer feel, Mr. Peterson? NORM: Pretty nervous if I was in the room.
WOODY: Hey, Mr. Peterson, what's up? NORM: The warranty on my liver.
SAM: What do you say, Norm? NORM: Any cheap, tawdry thing that'll get me a beer.
COACH: What would you say to a beer, Normie? NORM: Daddy wuvs you.
SAM: What do you know there, Norm? NORM: How to sit. How to drink. Want to quiz me?
COACH: Can I draw you a beer, Norm? NORM: No, I know what they look like. Just pour me one.
CLIFF: Hey, Norm, What's up? NORM: My blood-alcohol level.
WOODY: What's the story, Mr. Peterson? NORM: The Bobbsey twins go to the brewery. Let's cut to the happy ending.
WOODY: Hey, Mr. Peterson, there's a cold one waiting for you. NORM: I know. If she calls, I'm not here.
WOODY: How's it going, Mr. Peterson? NORM: Poor. WOODY: I'm sorry to hear that. NORM: No, I mean pour.
WOODY: Pour you a beer, Mr. Peterson? NORM: All right, but stop me at one. Make that one-thirty.
WOODY: What's going on, Mr. Peterson? NORM: The question is what's going in Mr. Peterson? A beer please, Woody.
WOODY: How would a beer feel, Mr. Peterson? NORM: Pretty nervous if I was in the room.
WOODY: Hey, Mr. Peterson, what's up? NORM: The warranty on my liver.
SAM: What do you say, Norm? NORM: Any cheap, tawdry thing that'll get me a beer.
COACH: What would you say to a beer, Normie? NORM: Daddy wuvs you.
SAM: What do you know there, Norm? NORM: How to sit. How to drink. Want to quiz me?
COACH: Can I draw you a beer, Norm? NORM: No, I know what they look like. Just pour me one.
CLIFF: Hey, Norm, What's up? NORM: My blood-alcohol level.
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Re: Thank God it's Friday
Put that stuff back in the horse!Indians forever wrote: I hope my Wife stocked up the fridge with Pabst!!!!
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Excellent Neut my fav in bold!Neutron 14 wrote:SAM: What'll you have Normie? NORM: Well, I'm in a gambling mood, Sammy. I'll take a glass of whatever comes out of that tap. SAM: Looks like beer, Norm. NORM: Call me Mister Lucky.
WOODY: What's the story, Mr. Peterson? NORM: The Bobbsey twins go to the brewery. Let's cut to the happy ending.
WOODY: Hey, Mr. Peterson, there's a cold one waiting for you. NORM: I know. If she calls, I'm not here.
WOODY: How's it going, Mr. Peterson? NORM: Poor. WOODY: I'm sorry to hear that. NORM: No, I mean pour.
WOODY: Pour you a beer, Mr. Peterson? NORM: All right, but stop me at one. Make that one-thirty.
WOODY: What's going on, Mr. Peterson? NORM: The question is what's going in Mr. Peterson? A beer please, Woody.
WOODY: How would a beer feel, Mr. Peterson? NORM: Pretty nervous if I was in the room.
WOODY: Hey, Mr. Peterson, what's up? NORM: The warranty on my liver.
SAM: What do you say, Norm? NORM: Any cheap, tawdry thing that'll get me a beer.
COACH: What would you say to a beer, Normie? NORM: Daddy wuvs you.
SAM: What do you know there, Norm? NORM: How to sit. How to drink. Want to quiz me?
COACH: Can I draw you a beer, Norm? NORM: No, I know what they look like. Just pour me one.
CLIFF: Hey, Norm, What's up? NORM: My blood-alcohol level.

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[raining outside]
Norm walks in;
Sam: Still pourin' Norm Norm: Funny Sam, I was going to ask you the same thing
http://youtube.com/watch?v=bWuFRW0lBaI
Norm walks in;
Sam: Still pourin' Norm Norm: Funny Sam, I was going to ask you the same thing
http://youtube.com/watch?v=bWuFRW0lBaI