Homey says ouch, no beer night for me

[CameronTaylor]

A dark parking lot, a wrongly placed parking bumper resulting in a concusion(sp?), a split-open head, a broken tooth and numerous cuts and abrasions.
Alas no Devil's Canyon for me this friday as I'll be getting the stitches outta me noggin instead of getting on a plane to head up. See ya guys another time and yes, I'll be OK.

CT - fortunately for the property owner I'll point out the problem rather than suing them.

[Panache]

A dark parking lot, a wrongly placed parking bumper resulting in a concusion(sp?), a split-open head, a broken tooth and numerous cuts and abrasions.
Alas no Devil's Canyon for me this friday as I'll be getting the stitches outta me noggin instead of getting on a plane to head up. See ya guys another time and yes, I'll be OK.

CT - fortunately for the property owner I'll point out the problem rather than suing them.

CT,

Sorry you can't make it! Hope you feel better.

Cheers

[walkerk]

Sorry to hear of your misfortune. Take care and hope you're better soon. Until next time, we'll drink your beer and remember you to the lassies.

[CameronTaylor]

You're a gentleman and a scholar Walker, Thanks.
You too Panache.

CT - :neutral:

[TimC]

CT - sorry you wont be making it up, another time them. We'll lift one in your honor!

-Tim

[Alan H]

OWWWW!

Heal up fast, eh?

[auld argonian]

Sorry to hear of your misfortune. Take care and hope you're better soon. Until next time, we'll drink your beer and remember you to the lassies.

Which reminds me of:

An Irishman walks into a bar and orders three beers. He takes his beers to a table, and takes a sip from each mug in turn, until all three are empty. Then he proceeds to the bar and orders three more beers. The bartender looks irritated and explains that if he orders one beer at a time, they’ll be fresher and more enjoyable. “Well,” says the Irishman, “I just moved here from Ireland, and left my two dear brothers at home. We made a promise to each other that whenever we drink, we’ll pour a pint for whichever brother isn’t there.” The bartender thinks about it, says “Fair enough,” and pours another three beers.

Over time, the Irishman becomes a regular, and the bartender knows to pour three beers for him. One day, the Irishman comes in and orders two beers and then sits down at the table. The bartender brings him the two beers, and offers his condolences for the loss of his brother. The Irishman looks at him strangely, then smiles and says “Oh no, both my brothers are fine! I just quit drinking!”

....heal up and get back in there!

Best

AA