Last night was buddy nite with me and The Blonde (The Hoag was somewhere in a plane over the US)
We settled into one of our regular haunts.
Soon after I spot a few of my neighborhood gal friends.
So I walk over to their table, say hi, meet a few of their other friends and then back to my table.
And then I call over the bartender and tell him to deliver a nice glass of milk to their table (I have to be careful not to step in my own genius)
So he pours a small glass of milk and puts it on small tray and brings it over with style.
Lame joke, but it gets a smile and a wave.
So me and The Blonde continue with wine and dinner and no Hoag.
And then the bartender appears at my table with a small glass of something.
ME: "What's this?"
BARTENDER: "It's from the gals over at table 1."
ME: "What is it?"
BARTENDER: "This is a Slippery Nipple.... :::smiles:::: and I'm done doing this tonight!"
SO TO SUM UP:
Nipples Trump Milk
I now have the tune of The Farmer in the Dell stuck in my brain but with the lyric:
The Nipple Trumps The Milk, The Nipple Trumps The Milk, Hi-Ho The Dairy-O The Nipple Trumps the Milk...
Thank you to my buddy JH and the movie Roxanne for the paraphrased line :
"I have to be careful not to step in my own genius."