tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848110156569017758.post363789747583425255..comments2024-03-27T17:47:10.403-04:00Comments on South Your Mouth: Honky Tonk HostageMandy Rivershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06710513097645421429noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848110156569017758.post-81074310601453296722014-03-25T18:04:30.385-04:002014-03-25T18:04:30.385-04:00Because drunks have lousy aim and a tendency to pe...Because drunks have lousy aim and a tendency to pee on their own feet, lol.Sandinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848110156569017758.post-90708446274001612572013-02-01T12:41:41.992-05:002013-02-01T12:41:41.992-05:00OH.MY.WORD!! I cracked up laughing reading this s...OH.MY.WORD!! I cracked up laughing reading this sc-c-c-ary event in your life. Good thing you knew what to do! What a story for sure. Love all your southern words that make you you. Thanks for sharing. =DThe Better Bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07538674713445320281noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848110156569017758.post-53423102705326321112013-01-30T13:10:41.996-05:002013-01-30T13:10:41.996-05:00THAT WAS FRIGGIN AWESOME STORY!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAH...THAT WAS FRIGGIN AWESOME STORY!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAH........sorry but that made my week :)MissScrapAlothttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06358643718223194916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848110156569017758.post-9786801499561189742012-03-03T09:13:37.326-05:002012-03-03T09:13:37.326-05:00While I didn't observe said Pee-Toe event, I d...While I didn't observe said Pee-Toe event, I do recall the specific reasons a local honky tonk ownder didn't want the po-po around close to happy hour. Oh, grand memories indeed. One that this made me recall in those glory days in the very same honky tonk, was when the local po-po decided it would be a good way to spend a Saturday night, checking for underage drinkers. Now while you enjoy some good ole Seven Spanish Angels on the jukebox while you swing back a Canadian Hunter and Coke, once the po-po shows up....everyone stops putting quarters in the jukebox and is quietly milling around waiting for the to leave. Imagine if you will, 5 or 6 po-po, milling around checking ID's......all is quiet in the place...just some whispers and unspoken hopes they go soon....a lone gentleman (who is a pretty quiet and shy regular) strolls over to the jukebox as pretty as you please....it is so quiet you hear the quarter enter the slot...Kachink and roll down to the coin collector....a push of the buttons barely hear....the CD getting moved into position....and with the crickets chirping.....the jukebox speakers buzz on...and out comes...(wait for it)....(wait for it)...the loudest voice...."I SHOT THE SHERIFF, BUT I DID NOT SHOOT THE DEPUTY".....Yep, almost peed my pants. Goot times at said local honky tonk, goot times indeed.Stephanienoreply@blogger.com