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Hot In The City Tonight

Its hot today in the city, I'm sweating like R Kelly at a girl scout meeting, like an Israeli bus driver, like a priest at a boy scout meeting . They say its all that Global warming stuff- who knows? I heard the actor Vin Diesel in support of Global Warming has changed his name from Vin Diesel to Vin Ethanol- well done Vin, it all helps.

At least the homeless people in New York City are happy with the longer warmer months. I actually only date homeless people because when the date is over you can drop them off anywhere.

Man comes into the bar tonight and sits by the window at the end of the bar, its basically just off eight avenue- "Hells Kitchen". Well I notice that every time a truck goes by the window that he starts shaking uncontrollably, and when you can't hear the truck anymore he stops shaking. So I ask this man, "why every time a truck goes by, do you start shaking", he says "well, honestly, its because (Stopping as if he's changing gears in his own truck) my wife ran off with a truck driver; and every time I hear a truck; I think he's bringing her back"!!
You can't make that up- brilliant.

Remember tip your bartender!!

Is America Over Weight?

I was reading the Sunday New York Times today and there was an article saying "Obesity is at epidemic levels in America". So what they are saying is laziness is at epidemic levels in America. They say obesity is a disease, no its not, leprosy is a disease, diabetes is a disease, obesity is not a disease. They say its a glandular thing, no its a greed thing. They say, no their just big boned, yes that's right, big bones covered in meat and gravy. Stop eating fast food and walk once in a while, you lazy fuckers. I live in New York City where we all walk a lot. Get off your arse America.

God Bless You Chris- Miss Ya!!

I was actually in the local diner reading this article and I notice how greedy people can be. For instance, you get free coffee refills in most diners but as I sit here I notice how much people can really abuse this. Would you have seven cheese burgers if you got free refills- actually most Americans probably would, stop drinking all the coffee you greedy bastards. I was talking to this guy at the bar the other night. He told me that he was in England and Ireland recently and was disappointed that when he ordered a sandwich in a deli, that he only got two pieces of meat in a sandwich, whereas in America you get half a pig. I told him, in Ireland and England they make their sandwiches to fit their mouths.
I'm actually on a diet right now myself, its that diet where you eat a lot of vegetables and drink lots of beer, I lost 10 pounds and my drivers license.

In a recent research, experts say, personality can trigger weight gain- especially when you have the personality of a fat fucker!

What we all need to do is start eating healthy and stay out of fast food joints like McDonald's and KFC. I think personally KFC is a bit like sex, its great while your doing it but afterwards you feel a bit dirty and your hands are sticky. By the way, you ever notice that the people that are against abortion you wouldn't want to fuck anyway!!
I see girls come into the bar wearing tank tops, listen girls, if your built like a tank don't wear the top. Crispy Creme donuts are now coming out with a drinkable donut- good news for fat people that don't want to chew. I rest my case.

So please America get healthy, we can do it and always tip your bartender!!

Las Vegas

Had a great week behind the bar, made lots of tips, so I decided to go to Las Vegas. There's no better place to go with a pocket full of cash than Vegas- Right.  So me and the girlfriend arrive in Vegas about 7pm on Saturday night- ready to party.  I just left Manhattan, NYC- party central; but really we are amateurs compared to Vegas. They put on one hell of a show- at least for three days anyway. Anybody that has been to Las Vegas understands.  Kinda like- Amsterdam.

What a sight to see, the Vegas strip- but it kinda reminds me of New York City. The Taxi drivers from Brooklyn and the first thing he says is, "you know, (In a big brooklyn accent) forgettaboutit, Vegas is running out of water, so they are going to recycle the toilet water". Now I have two problems with that, I say, "number one; and number two"?

Vegas is all smoke and mirrors, the devil's delight, a middle finger to God with all his trees, rocks and little bunny rabbits, all that Disney shite. But you know what, its fantastic, for three days anyway, as I said before. 

Well we find ourselves in the New York, New York Hotel, even though we have just left New York, New York. Walking through the Greenwich Village part of the Hotel, not missing the pigeons and the homosexuals, just kidding Steve.

We have a great time at the MGM Grand Hotel pool in the day time and lose all our money at night time.
We actually met Howie Mandel, you know from the TV show, Deal or No Deal.  I told him that they are actually doing the same show in Africa called, Meal or No Meal, he laughed and walked away.

Speaking of Africa, did you hear that Bono is pleading with the Africans to help the starving Irish!!

I love the slogan they have for Las Vegas, we all know it, "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas".  I say, what happens in Vegas you should tell the whole fuckin world, tell everyone because its a mad, brilliant place. But, what happens in the back woods of a West Virginia farm house, or a wee shed in Connemara, Galway, Ireland- now that should stay there.

The MGM Grand Hotel actually has a swim up poker table.  That's one of the many things that makes Vegas "awesome".  So that means you don't have to leave the game to go to the bathroom.  Remember, the Vegas slogan, "What happens in a Vegas pool: stays in a Vegas pool".

Cheers for now and please tip your bartender, especially this broke arse one, remember, I just got back from Vegas- thanks

Funny Bar Story

My two friends Tony and Steve are telling me this story at the bar one day.

Two buddies of mine, Tony and Steve, are getting very drunk at the bar when suddenly Steve throws up all over himself. "oh no, now my wife Jane will kill me" he says. Tony says, "Don't worry pal, just tuck a twenty dollar bill in your breast pocket, tell Jane that someone threw up on you and he gave you twenty dollars for the dry cleaning bill".
So they stay for another couple of hours and get even drunker. Eventually Steve rolls into home and his wife Jane starts to give him a bad time. "You reek of alcohol and you've puked all over yourself, my God, you're disgusting".
Speaking very carefully so as not to slur, Steve says, "Nowainaminit, I can e'splain everythin! itsh snot wha jew think, I only had a cupla drrrinks, but thiss other guy got ssick on me... he had one too many and he juss couldin hold hizz liguor, he said he was verrry sorry an' gave me twennie dollars for the cleaning bill!".
Jane looks in the breast pocket and says, "But this is forty dollars". "Oh, yeah.... I almos' fergot, he shhhit in my pants, too".

Drinking too much these days?

When your a bartender there's always a reason to drink, not to mention, its right there all around you. These days I feel like there is always a reason to drink and I'm actually believing those reasons. Reasons like- its Monday, its Friday, its going to be a late one tonight, my friends are in, the girls are in, the cops are in, it will take the edge off, and so on.  This list of reasons or excuses could go on forever. This all catches up on you if your not careful and after a while the nights start getting longer and the days get shorter.  All of a sudden its just a couple of comatosed waking hours. There's always another place to go in New York City, particularly on the west side, Hells Kitchen area of Manhattan. Lets go to O'Flattery's on 46TH until 8am, then to Smith's on 44TH and 8TH avenue, Rudy's on 44TH and 9TH, or the Holland bar on 39TH and 9TH, all after hours bars, and then more after after hours bars until its normal hours so to speak. I know that's a lot of afters, fuck it give me a beer.  When one bar closes in New York City, there is always another one open.

I recently found myself in one of the many hotels in the area with this girl I met at the bar.  She insisted I come over so it would be rude of me not to say yes- right?. I grab a few beers from the bar and we head over to her room.  Well after about an hour we finish all the beers, only to attack her mimi bar.  A few hours pass and the mimi bar is now completely empty.  So we have the brilliant idea that I go out and get more beer. As I'm walking back through the hallways of the hotel, with a six pack under my arm, starving, I notice a room service tray outside somebody's room.  I lift up the top to see a half eaten turkey club sandwich underneath.  I grab the sandwich and take a large bite out of it.  So now, I'm sitting outside a complete strangers room with a six pack of beer- well a four pack of beer now, eating somebody elses half eaten turkey club when it dawns on me.  "This turkey club needs mayonaise"!!

Alcohol doesn’t make you fat, it makes you lean... against tables, floors, chairs, walls and ugly fuckers, so be careful my friends.

You know when you have a drinking problem when the bartender knows your name and you’ve never been there before. Alcoholic friend of mine is getting married and he is registered to the local liquor store. He tried the alcoholic anonymous 12-step program but he fell down the third step-cheers!!!

Until next time, please don’t forget to tip your bartender.

Happy New Year To All

Well New Years Eve was quite a night at the bar, crazy busy but as usual a lot of fun. Thanks to all who came out. A special thanks to all my friends and family who made it extra special, I really enjoyed our champagne toast at midnight, cheers and have a fun and healthy 2011.

One person actually gave me a twenty dollar bill when I asked him for ID.  I'm like, you don't look anything like Andrew Jackson, but you could look like Franklin-check your money later.

These prostitutes come into the bar late, I've know them for many years now- nice girls.  My partner at the bar asks me, " Do they have ID,", I say, " prostitute don't carry Id, they usually carry VD".

Another guy came in and his breath nearly knocked me over, it came straight from Satan's arse.  I said, how about you brush your teeth next year, now that's a new years resolution.

I just read an article in the New York Times newspaper on the dangers of drinking alcohol.  That's it, my new years resolution is to- stop reading.

This rabbi came in the bar with a frog on his shoulder, I said to him; "where did you get that," and the frog said, "Brooklyn there's fuckin loads of them".

People ask me to take a picture of them all the time at the bar, especially during the holidays, and I don't mind at all. What I do mind is when they say, "the button of the camera is right there on the top right corner", oh really, no shit Sherlock, its only been there for, like ever, thanks for the heads up-dip shit.

So here's to a great New Year and please remember, always tip your bartender.

Its cold in the city tonight

Its so cold tonight in New York City that the hookers in Time Square were blowing on soup. Its so cold I seen one guy rubbing the Olsen twins together to start a fire.
On cold nights like these I always try to go and look for my homeless friend Richie. He lives on west 36Th street in the back of a parking lot behind two dumpsters, in a box. I usually bring him some food that is left over from our kitchen, or a coat that has been in the lost and found, too long. I microwaved it (the food that is) but by the time I get there its pretty cold but its food right. I get to 36Th street and I shout into the back of the lot for Richie, "you around Richie, you there". He always comes out smiling he always has a good outlook on things, really puts everything into perspective. Richie comes into the bar from time to time usually late in the evening with a hand full of coins that he has collected throughout the night. He maybe has a couple of dimes and a few quarters and says, "can I have ten dollars for this", usually at least five dollars short- smart little fucker, but I like him. He tells me how he would rather be on the street, as he says, "no worries or bills on the street", but on nights like these I don't think so. Lets hope Richie makes it, even if its just tonight.
He says this all the time and I also hear this from people at the bar; "Live everyday like its your last".  I'm all for that idea.  I even tried it one day, however I wouldn't recommend it.  One Tuesday a few months ago, I woke up, quit my job, shagged my girlfriends sister and kicked a cop in the arse.   Wednesday rolled around, to my surprise and disappointment; I had no job, no girlfriend and was in jail.  One good thing I got a new girlfriend called Bubba.

As I always say don't forget to tip your bartender but on cold nights like these where the difference between life and death could be a few dollars to a homeless guy, please give them to Richie- Peace.

Pope Benedict- Holy Shit!!

Pope Benedict is believed to have gotten the bird flu, they think he might have got it from one of the Cardinals. Now we have the swine flu but there is something even more serious than that- the turtle flu. Its coming slowly but its coming, just wait and see.

There was this priest in the bar last night, local priest, bit of a prick to be honest. I recently went into see him as I am the godfather of my friends baby and I was introducing myself for the upcoming christening. Well to make a long story painful, he made me feel about as welcome as a fart in a spaceman's suit. Did you know that you now have to register to go to mass. Its turning into the department of motor vehicles. Well, this is what this messenger of God said to me- who knew, I wonder will it involve a donation? At the risk of over sharing- did you know that black people invented the dept. of motor vehicles.  It was to get white people back for slavery. Fair enough!!

So anyway he comes into the bar last night and asks me for a glass of wine, so I give him a glass of water and told him to make it himself. Now before you get upset with me he did make me feel earlier about as welcome as a black man at a k.k.k meeting. So were really busy and there are no tables available for dinner so he's getting a bit annoyed at the wait. I say to him, you will get the next table. Well every 2 minutes he keeps asking me, is the table ready, is the table ready, like a kid asking his parents if there, there yet. So I say to him, if you like you can register for a table, with that he storms out all pissed off. I thought one of the things you need as a priest is patience and a sense of humor, unfortunately he had neither.

The catholic church are cock tickling their way into bankruptcy. You can't really blame the priests because a lot of them started out as altar boys and got sucked into it.

Religion is all about recognition. The Jews don't recognise the Palestinians as the settlers of Jerusalem. The Protestants don't recognize the Pope as the leader of the Christians, and the Mormons cult, don't recognize each other in hooters.  By the way, don't fuck with the Jews, they cut the tops off their own penises, imagine what they will do to yours!!!

That reminds me, these two priests were having dinner together at the bar the other night and I didn't know whether to send them over a bottle of wine or a cub scout!! I think I'm going to hell for that one.
While I'm going to hell- a priest, a rapist and a pedofile walk into the bar- that was just the first guy!!

Remember tip your bartender!!

My Doctors Appointment Today

Today was my annual doctors appointment.  Its always a little scary going for my yearly check up.  The life of a bartender is usually not that healthy.  All those late nights, early mornings, beers and shots, on your feet all the time, eating unhealthy fried food and so on, you get the picture.  Anyway I go into the doctors today like every year, feeling a little scared and un-easy, hoping everything will be alright.

So the doctor says to me; "I'm going to need a blood sample, a urine sample, and a stool sample". I say to him, "here, just take my underpants".   I think my doctor might be gay; why you say?.  He says to me, "can you please, take off all your cloths ".  So I do and then I say to him, "where should I put them".  He says, "in the corner on top of mine".  Now come on, thats a little weird right.  That puts a whole new spin on the doctor saying, "This might hurt a little bit".  Well he continues to examine me.  He says to me, "you need to stop masterbating".  I say "why", and he says, "because I'm trying to examine you".
That rerminds me- when I was a kid my father walked into my room and caught me playing with myself.  He said to me, listen if you don't stop playing with yourself you will go blind.  I said to him, dad, I'm over here.

Well I survive another year, so here's to another year of the same old stuff, and remember, please, always tip your bartender.

Psychiatrist vs. Bartender

Quiet night at the bar last night, spent most of the night chatting with my mate Dave.  He's quite the character as are most people from Liverpool, England.  Well as I said it was pretty slow so we had time to talk about many things, from football, (the real football, you know the one that you actually use your foot- hence the name), to personal fears and so on.  Well he starts telling me his fear of thinking that there's someone under his bed.  It went something like this:
Ever since I was a child, I've always had a fear of someone under my bed at night. So I went to a shrink and told him. . . 'I've got problems. Every time I go to bed I think there's somebody under it. I'm scared. I think I'm going crazy.'
"Just put yourself in my hands for one year," said the shrink. "Come talk to me three times a week and we should be able to get rid of those fears."
"How much do you charge?"
"$90 per visit," replied the Doctor.
"I'll sleep on it," I said.
Six months later the doctor met me on the street.
'Why didn't you ever come to see me about those fears you were having,' he asked.
'Well, ninety bucks a visit, three times a week for a year is an awful lot of money! My friend the bartender cured me for $10.00. I was so happy to have saved all that money that I went out and bought myself a new custom fitted suit!'
'Is that so!' With a bit of an attitude, he said, 'and how, may I ask, did a bartender cure you?'
'He told me to cut the legs off the bed! Ain't nobody under there now!'
Apparently six months ago I gave my good friend Dave that advice- who knew I was so brilliant.

SO GO HAVE A DRINK & TALK TO YOUR BARTENDER! LIFE IS TOO SHORT!
AND REMEMBER TO ALWAYS TIP YOUR BARTENDER, THERE A LOT CHEAPER
THAN A SHRINK.

The Bar Loser

Working in a popular bar, you always have a "Bar Loser". If you don't know what I'm talking about, you are that loser. You know the person that always makes excuses about everything. The person that can never pay his tab in full, ever. He's always saying, here's twenty dollars take that off my tab. Like Norm from Cheers. He always has a sure thing at the bookies. Comes in to the bar with the horse racing part of the paper under his arm and the bookies pencil behind his ear. In my bar lets call him Joe, this guy is such a loser that when he goes to the track the teller gives him his ticket already torn up. However, for some strange reason, God takes care of drunks and fools, so were all going to be just fine.

Can I have a greyhound, what are you too fuckin cool to ask for a vodka and grapefruit- dickhead. I always charge these fucking snobs more. I hate when people come into the bar, I look at them, say hi, what can I get you, and they look at me like I'm speaking Chinese. People what do you think I just asked you, you came in to a bar, I'm the bartender behind the bar and I say something, I wonder what I could be possibly saying. Tell me what you want so I can move on and get another drink for someone else nob head; thanks a lot.

Some people must think the bar is in a lighthouse, I got a call the other night and the person said to me, "is the coast clear"!! that's weird right. Other people must think I sell drugs because the other night I got a call and the person on the phone said to me, "Is that dope gone yet". You must be really drunk when you get pulled over by the coast guards.

This Afghanistan man came in to the bar and asked me if I could recommend a good port, I said, Yup, Newark, New Jersey- piss off!! Its only a joke.

Cheers for now, tip your bartender

Ways To get a Bartender's Attention and keep it!!

Ways to get a Bartenders attention and keep it.

Catch his eye- a bartender is always looking up to see who needs what- and then gesture. Don't yell, snap your fingers or whistle, he's not a dog- good luck getting a drink after that. I had this one shithead whistle at me the other night and I'm like, is there a dog in here. Then I left to look for it, and never came back to the dog whistler.

Know what you want to drink before the bartender asks. If you're ordering for other people, also know what they want.  There's nothing worse than when your busy and you ask somebody what you can get them and they look at you like your speakin chinese- unless there chinese ofcourse. Why don't you call me up tomorrow and I'll tell you what shoes to wear.  Make a fuckin decision will ya.

If you're ordering for other people, please have everyone's money in hand, ready to pay, so the bartender doesn't have to wait, and don't be a cheap prick, pay for them yourself. The less time you take the more time I have to serve others and make more tips. Its a numbers game.

If you want a specific brand, ask for it by name. Also, give the spirit name first, "cranberry vodka" is different from "vodka and cranberry". Its like peanut butter and jelly, its not jelly and peanut butter.

If you know you'll be coming back for another round and you're paying with a credit card, leave the tab open so the bartender doesn't have to run through new charges when you return.

Believe me, if you do these things the bartender will remember you, you will get served right away, and he might even buy you a drink or a round. If the bartender is good, (like me) next time you come up to the bar, you will just have to say, "same again" and he will give you the same round again.

How to tip appropriately.

$1 a drink is fine, but if you're running a tab, leave 20 percent of the total, as you would if you were dining.
Don't tell the bartender you'll, "Get him later." What that means to him is, "Get him never," and he'll be slower to come back to you when you want your next round- he might never come back.
If a bartender finds you attractive, he may give you a free drink.  You should still tip him, even if the house isn't charging you.
Don't punish the bartender because you think the drinks are too expensive.  He didn't set the price, and you've chosen to drink them.  Nobody got rich stiffing bartenders and not tipping.
Please don't leave loose change on the bar as a tip.  Round up in dollar increments.  Bartenders don't like to hear their tips.

Cheers and please always tip your bartender.

Brunch

Just back from brunch, what a treat, you know we men that is, would all rather get up early on Sunday and go to brunch, rather than sleep in, wake up late and watch football. I'm sitting there with my girlfriend and all her friends, paying $18 for eggs, listening to conversations about shopping, flowers and candles. How about after brunch we go to a candle shop, oh can we, please, I'm so happy. Do you ever just want to flip the whole fuckin table over?

After brunch we walked down the west side walkway along the water. Now I like this, your right beside the Hudson river and when the sun is shining it reflects right off the water- beats bloody brunch. It is absolutely beautiful and full of walkers, runners and roller bladders.  By the way, whats the hardest thing about roller blading? Telling your family your gay. Have fun and have a drink on me- cheers!!

Don't forget, please tip your bartender.

Central Park: The Eighth Wonder Of The World?

Being a Bartender in New York City is amazing. Its the most fun you can have with your pants on, sometimes off. I will continue to do it until I stop enjoying it. However like every job there are times when its difficult and stressful. That is way I love to go to Central Park, in the heart of New York City. If its only for an hour once in a while, for me its like a mini holiday. Its my NYC shrink, and costs a lot less. A big couch in the middle of the city. Central Park is like the heart that beats New York City for me. I like to run, and for me there is no place like Central Park. By the way, talking about exercising and all that; is there a rule that the older you are at the gym the more naked you need to be- just a thought.  Anyway, once you enter the park everything slows down and gets so tranquil. The energy is high, exciting and it pulls you in. The park is over 150 years old, over 80% is below street level, over 800 acres, first public park built in America, and the perimeter is over six miles long from 59Th street to 110 street. By the way, whats the hardest thing about rollerblading? Telling your parents your gay!!  Thats for all those male rollerblade fuck heads that fly all over the place and continually get in my way.  The women are cool !!!

There are so many points of interest, I could not possibly mention them all, and to be honest I don't want to share them all as I want them all to myself. But here's a few, go see John over by the plaza at 59Th street on the south east corner of the park. He is a real character, look for him and romeo- his white and black spotted horse. Take a ride with him on his horse and carriage, he's full of fascinating information and stories.  Ask him about David Beckham, Tom Cruise and Al Pacino, just to name a few.

Where John is, go in to the beautiful park on the south east corner, as you go down the steps to the park and the pond, there is a German light post which was dedicated to the German village that used to be there. Up by the Metropolitan Museum of Art at 83rd street and 5Th avenue, there is a black statue that is dedicated to the black village that was once there, and by the Columbus Circle entrance at 59Th street and Central Park West, where the Irish village once was, there is a banjo and a couple of empty bottle's of whiskey, to represent the Irish village that used to be in that part of the park!!!

There's actually a Scottish man that always plays his bagpipes just south of the Met at 82nd street in the park, sporting his kilt and all. He sounds great. There's nothing quite like the sound of the bagpipes. Once you hear them in the park, particularly when the sun is going down, its remarkable and haunting.  By the way, you know the difference between an onion and a bagpipe- nobody cries when you chop up a bagpipe.  That ones for my Scottish pal Stevie.

At 72nd street and Central Park South it is always nice to stop by Strawberry Fields and relax by the imagine sign that was put there in honor of the late, great John Lennon who was tragically shot across the street outside of the Dakota building where yoko ono still lives.

Then head down to Heckscher ball fields at west 63rd street, bring a sandwich and look for smokie, he will get you a beer to wash down your lunch. In the summer time there are continuous baseball and softball games, a lot from the local Broadways shows. A great place to relax, have a beer and take it all in. I think a lot of New Yorkers take Central Park for granted and forget how beautiful the park really is, oh the simple things in life.

Now that's enough for now, when your finished in the park come down to my bar have a beer and don't forget to give my a tip especially now after all this great information I've just given you, cheers and your welcome!!

Cheese!!!

I love when people ask me at the bar, "Can you take a photo". We all know the power of a photo and the memories they Capture, so I'm always happy to take a picture, usually anyway. Everybody always says, its the button on the top, thanks a lot. No shit Sherlock, really, the button on the top right corner. Thanks for pointing that out, douchebag, I would have never figured it out. Its only been there since the dawn of time, Cavemen know how to take a photo. People, I don't think we need to say that anymore, "Its the button on the right corner of the camera". Just hand the fuckin camera to somebody and say, " Can you please take a fuckin photo, thanks".

Reminds me of a funny story. A couple of months ago I'm closing up at the bar. I'm checking the floor for anything left behind when I notice this girls pocket book. I look through it for ID so I can see who owns it. I can't see anything, no ID, nothing. So I dig in a little further and a notice a bunch of photo's in this case. I open the case up to see if I possible know who owns the bag. Well I certainly find out who owns the bag. I see pictures of a lady I know, naked and getting fucked in more ways than I care to know, and have ever seen and by more people than I care to know. This lady was one hell of a swinger, a real porn star. Well I leave the bag behind the bar with the anticipation of seeing her the next night. Sure enough she shows up; the porn star, the next night and asks me if I found a bag the night before. I told her I found your bag, she says, "How did you know it was my bag. I said, I saw the pictures. Good she says, I left them for you. Hello!!

Well don't forget to tip your bartender, photo's optional.

Please, do your "wanking" at home?

Its about 10pm last night, the first rush of the night is over awaiting the next one. So its starting slowly to fill up at the bar. My girlfriend surprises me with a visit to the bar. We are chatting a bit when I notice this Mexican guy come in and sit at the corner of the bar across from us. By the way I knew he was Mexican because half of Mexico is working in our kitchen. I welcome him in to the bar and he asks me for a corona- what a surprise. I take his money and bring him back his change out of his twenty. Actually I was reading in the New York Daily News today that Mexicans are the happiest people in the world- I think that's because most of them live in America.
Well the bar starts to fill up a bit more, so I serve a few more people. So about ten minutes pass, then I go back to the end of the bar to see how my girlfriend is doing. As I walk down the bar I look at her face and I can see that something is not right. I see this horrified look on her face as she is staring at the Mexican guy sitting across from her in the corner. I look at him only to see him playing with himself, his dick in his hand. I grab his money and drink and tell him to get the fuck out of the bar, "you sick little fucker". That wasn't the tip I was looking for. Please people do your wanking- masturbating at home.

A guy actually got arrested the other day for masturbating. I mean has the world gone crazy, getting arrested for masturbating, if that was the case, I should be on death row!!
They say that sperm is actually good for your skin, well I think guys say that for the hope of a blow job.  So if that is the case how come my hands are so wrinkly.

That reminds me, its actually a little embarrassing for me. When I was a kid my dad walked into my bedroom unexpectedly only to catch me playing with myself. He says to me, "Son if you don't stop playing with yourself you will go blind", I was like, "dad I'm sitting over here".

Well have fun, go out have a beer, no wanking, and always tip your bartender.

Gay Marriage

Well gay marriage is a hot topic these days, I was actually talking about this with a few fagot lads "just kidding maybe",at the bar last night. My personal view, (and if you have been reading my blog you know I rarely get personal and share my feelings. Feelings are like your mothers breasts, you know where they are but there better un-felt), is that you should be able to marry anybody or anything, except your sister- Alabama, West Virgina. I actually think it should be compulsory for gay people to marry- if you are in a committed relationship for a few years, as I am actually sick of how good they look, all buffed up and tanned. It would be nice to say something to another man and for him to hear and translate exactly what you said, unlike women who for some reason hear something completely different!!!! I said to my girlfriend today, you are so beautiful darling, and she said, so you think I'm fat do you. Now is it just me but I have said that to myself a few times what I said to her and I don't hear or see fat anywhere!!! Talking about same sex marriage, I,ve been having the same sex for years.

Actually sometimes people think I'm gay because I'm slim, neat, my apartment is tidy, not married and I like Tom Cruise just a little too much. If my girlfriend ever came home and said she slept with Tom cruise, I would be like- give me details girlfriend!!

By the way, every husband or boyfriend has heard some version of this question- does this dress make me look fat or my arse look fat? Every man who lives with a women has had to sit in that hot seat- in the bathroom, bedroom, hallway, living room, hotel room, pretty much anywhere. They go through an endless parade of outfits, like your very own fashion show, each after each apparently make her arse look fat. No matter what kind of man you are, you can "never" utter those words or tell the truth in this situation. Words like, its fine luv, it looks great or sweetheart I love the way your arse looks in that. Those words will get you into a lot of trouble. I have spent many years in this situation and have decided to give into this exercise and to just go with it and she will be ready when she's ready, its healthier that way. I say to myself, relax, just relax. It's this really hot chick trying on all different outfits. You get to see a sexy girl naked. Just sit back and enjoy the show. She tries on an outfit takes it off then she parades around in her bra and panties looking for another outfit. She takes that off and her bra, so now she is topless- holy shit. Then she puts high heels on wearing nothing- fuck this is hot. When I was a teenager, a hot chick sauntering around your bedroom was considered an impossible event and here it is happening multiple times a week for free. I'm telling you, fellas- once you use my system and go with it, (because you will never win if you go against it), it just doesn't get any better than this. What I do now is run into the kitchen stuff some kind of food in my mouth, get changed real quick and then sit on the edge of the bed and let the games begin: I don't think that's the right outfit, sweetheart, I like the dress but without the panties. It turns being late for dinner into and entirely different thing. Just let it go and go with it, try it fellas it works and its a lot of fun, I love it- your welcome.

Why do women get all the nice names- Vagina and Breasts, and we get the ugly names, Penis and Scrotum? I would go to Vagina and Breasts in a heart beat on my holidays, they sound warm and beautiful. I wouldn't fancy going to Penis or Scrotum they sound like a cold and dark place where it rains all the time- just a thought.

Also do you ever notice all these woman's books and magazines on how to please your man: 101 ways to please your man. Give me a break, stop wasting your money girls, there's 4 ways to please your man- give him a good blow job, play with his balls, make him a good sandwich, and talk less- its that simple.

Anyway that's all I have to say on the topic right now so go out have a drink and tip your bartender.

The Crying Game

So I go out to meet my friend after work tonight on the upper west side in a bar called O'hurleys, a busy Irish bar on 72ND and Broadway. I walk in and Jeff is waiting for me chatting to a gorgeous middle aged women at the end of the bar. I say hello to Jeff but he's giving my the eye's, you know, fuck off leave me alone, I'm on to a winner here. So I leave him alone and walk down to the bartender Paul at the other end of the bar. The thing about bartenders is that we all know each other and we basically just bring the money back that he left at your bar. Its one fun vicious circle. What Paul tells me is what makes this night so interesting for all, and the reason for the title of this story. He says to me; you know that beautiful girl your mate Jeff is talking to, well, wait for it, its actually a man. No fuckin way, are you bleedin kidding me. So I take a large swig of my beer and say to myself; shit this is going to be good!

So I finish my beer, Paul hands me another one, says good luck and I walk down to see Jeff. Jeff I say, lets get out of here, lets go down town. No he whispers to me, this bird is mad into me, she wants to fuck me and she wants me to go up to her apartment up the street. Jeff, lets go again I say, a little bit more abruptly. Get out of here I'm going up the street with her. So I say fuck ya off you go see you later. By the way I will be here if you make it back in time- ya right. So as Jeff and his "date" sashayed out the door of the bar I wondered to myself what did my good friend have in store for himself this night. I waited eagerly with Paul at the end of the bar for his imminent re-arrival, I hoped anyway.

Sure enough as quick as he leaves the bar, he is back just as quick. Obviously knowing what went on I say; how come your back so quick. Ah I was not really into her. Well you looked like you your really into each other. Just leave it alone alright, Jeff says. So we have a few more beers with Paul, Jeff has a few shots (probably to get the taste out of his mouth) and then we head down town in a cab. As me and Jeff are heading down town in the cab I start at him again. So Jeff why were you so quick with her. Ah I just wasn't that into it that's all. Really that's surprising considering how you both seemed to be so into each other, the kissing and all that. Just let it go for fuck sake will ya he says. Again I say I just don't get it how it ended so quickly. Will you just leave it alone, again he protests. Seriously I say, was the reason that you weren't into it because she had a cock. What the fuck you prick, you knew. I tried to get you out of here earlier but you were sure you were onto a sure thing. Well you made your bed so you can sleep in it, I say to him- all pun intended. Listen Jeff say's to me, if you ever tell this to anybody I will fuckin kill you- you got me, I will fuckin kill you.

So people lets keep this to ourselves and don't forget to tip your bartender!!

Bartenders Don't Like To Hear Their Tips!!!

This Blog is for all the bartenders that read my blog, the people that eat their dinner standing up, the people that have a great job but have to put up with wankers once in a while. We know the people, the people that come into bars and ask for extra liqueur or I can't taste the liqueur,or," by the way there's going to be a lot of or's", or, can I have it with no ice, or straight up with coke on the side, or hook me up!!! That's the best line, Hook Me Up, but fail every time to hook up the bartender. When will "These people" get it, you get nothing for nothing especially when you don't tip. Bartenders and most people, we all know the people I am talking about. The people that want everything and give zero in return. Slavery was abolished many moons ago, let it go. I love the verbal tip, the one where they say how wonderful everything was and then walk out the fucking door. Even better when people say, I would like a greyhound,(which is just vodka and grapefruit juice), Oh its so hard to say vodka and grapefruit. I usually say the pet shop is up the block, this is a bar douche bag. I had this girl come in tonight and say, can I have a cuba libre, which I found out is simply a rum and coke. Now I have been bar tending for over ten years now and I have never heard of a rum and coke been referred to anything else but a rum and coke. Would you ever get over yourself and get a fuckin life. Its a rum and coke, its not a cuba libre, that some place in Cuba where some of us are not allowed to go, hope your allowed to go, miss cuba libre- why don't you go and stay the fuck there, you pretences twat.

I had these three people that came into the bar the other night and were questioning the price of the drinks as all these cunts do; if you have to question the price of the drink, stay the fuck home, you oxygen wasters. Anyway they are questioning the price of the drink and I tell them its the price and that's it, anyway they do this purposely so as to make them feel ok about leaving no tip. So they leave me 5 cent as a tip, remember the headline, I don't like to hear my tip. So a couple of days go by and I see the big tippers in the bar again so I get 5 cent out of the register and give it back to the people and say, you left this here last week do you want change.
Remember for every action there is always a reaction. Well they say to me that I was so rude, rude I say, I'm not the one leaving 5 cent tips- go fuck yourself.

I like to keep my blog funny because that's what I'm really interested in, so I want to tell you a funny story.
This man was telling me this story the other night and I thought it was so funny. This guy leaves the bar one night and at the end of the street there is a diner where a lot of taxi people park out side to go to the diner. So this guy jumps into a taxi with the keys in it, and he is obviously fucked up drunk and some how makes it home to Queens. Well he wake's up the next morning all hung over and feeling bad. His wife is all pissed off at him for coming home late and drunk. So she says to him, I hope you didn't drive home at least, I hope you got a taxi home, he says nothing for a second puts his head out the window of his apartment and says, of course I did, I got a taxi home, and the taxi he stole a few hours before is still outside his door. He swears that's a true story.

Cheers everyone tip your bartenders, even cabby's!!!

The Ninth Avenue Food Festival

So its that time of the year again, the ninth avenue food festival. Its the first and best street fair of the year. This happens every year on the third weekend in May or the weekend after mothers day. Starts at 37Th street and 9TH avenue and goes up 9TH avenue all the way to 57TH street. The bar I work in is close by so we normally start there and just saunter up the avenue. We have yet to make it all the way up as there are a few distractions along the way. We usually stop at Magganero's Italian deli on 37Th street, for some abuse- great sandwiches but own by the locals as the sandwich Nazi's. Then head up to Sea Breeze fish store on 40Th for some Calamari and Octopus. At the start of any good session or roll, it is vital that you get some grub in your stomach, so with that in mind, let the party begin. As said earlier we have yet to make it all the way to the end at 57Th street as there are just so many bars along the way, maybe this will be the year- ya right, who am I kidding.

Start at the Holland bar at 39Th street, one of the smallest bars in the city. A real New York City dive bar, ask for doctor bill the bartender, he will fix you up nicely. Dalton's on 43rd, large comfortable bar with lots of beers on tap, ask for Paul the owner, tell him I sent you. Rudy's on 44Th, just look for the pig outside. Another real NYC dive bar, probably the king of them, the beers are cheap, great jukebox, and they have a garden in the back. Well when I say a garden, its a NYC garden, all concrete, full of pigeons and no grass, unless you want to bring your own. Next is the Film Center Cafe bar also on 44Th. A little bit more classy then Rudy,s with good food. If you like wine then stop into Riposo Wine Bar on 46TH. Its a small, intimate place with great knowledgeable bartenders. Another of my favourites is Valhalla on 53Th. This place has over 30 beers on tap so something for everybody here. Then also on 53Th you have Bar Nine, a lounge style bar with live music, a great way to end the day.
So where ever you go on 9Th avenue you are sure to find something for everyone. Hope to see you out there.

Cheers, enjoy the day and please don't forget to tip your Bartenders.

Another Funny Bar Story

This Irish man walked into the bar a few weeks ago and ordered three pints of Guinness and sits in the back of the bar, drinking a sip out of each one in turn. When he finished all three, he comes back to the bar and orders three more.
I said to him, "you know, a pint goes flat after I draw it, it would taste better if you bought one at a time", the Irishman replies to me, "Well you see, I have two brothers. One is in Australia, the other in Dublin, and I'm here in New York. When we all left home, we promised that we'd drink this way to remember the days when we all drank together when we were all back in Dublin".
I said that, that was a nice custom, and I left it there. The Irish man has become a regular over the last few weeks and always drinks the same way: he orders three pints of Guinness and drinks the three pints by taking sips from each of them in turn.
Well last night he came in to the bar and orders two pints. All the regulars and myself notice and we all fall silent. When he comes back to the bar for a second round, I say to him, "I don't want to intrude on your grief, but I want to offer my condolences to you on your great loss".
He looks at me confused for a moment, then a light dawns in his eyes and he laughs. "Oh no" he says to me, "Everyone is fine. Its me..." "... I've quit drinking !!!

You meet them all in the bar, and don't forget to tip your Bartender- Cheers!!

By the way: These two Irish guys walk out of a bar- its could happen.

That's Drunks For Ya!!!

This drunk man walks into the bar yesterday with a key in his hand and he is stumbling back and forth. I'm obviously not going to serve him. So I say to him, " can I help you sir?" "yessh! Ssssomebody sstole my carrr" the man replies. I ask, "Where was your car the last time you saw it?" " It wasss on the end of thisshh key" the man replies. I'm thinking to myself, thank God your car is gone.
About that time I looks down and sees the man's dick hanging out of his fly for all the world to see.
I ask the man "Are you aware you are exposing yourself?"
Momentarily confused, the drunk looks down at his crotch and without missing a beat, blurts out to me...... "Holy shit..... My girlfriend's gone, too!!!".
You can't make this shit up.

Have a great day everyone and please don't forget to tip your bartenders!!

Give me your money "mother fucker".

I guess you can tell by the headline "give me your money mother fucker", that it wasn't a fun and ordinary night in the Hells Kitchen bar last night, not even close, here it goes.

Its about 350am and the last few customers are leaving the bar. I'm behind the bar, in the middle of counting the money, making piles of fifty's out of the singles. I'm just about to walk out from behind the bar to lock the bar when this guy comes in the door. I always lock the door after the last person leaves, but for whatever reason this night I got lazy. Right away I have a bad feeling about this, I say were closed. He takes out a gun points it at my head and says (well you know at this stage what he said). I say OK no problem I will give you everything I have, no problem. A sense of calmness comes over me, don't know why. As I walk back to take the money out of the register I notice the top of two heads peaking over the back booth in the backroom restaurant area. Its then that I remember there are two detectives back there, there from the local precinct, they have been back there talking all night. So I do what this man says and I start emptying all the Money from the register onto the bar. I can see this man is on something, he's sweating, shaking and his eyes are all blood shot. At this point he says turn around, I'm not turning around I say. For some reason I remember what this detective once told me, God forbid you are ever held up, never turn around, they will just shot you in the back and think nothing of it. So he says again turn around, again I say, I gave you the money but I'm not turning around, please take it and leave. I'm thinking to myself, probably stupidly, your going to have to be a man and kill me, I'm not dying tonight. I then think, as I see in his blood shot eyes that he's not got the balls to do it, you fucking coward.
So he grabs the money and darts out the doors. At this point the two detectives that witnessed this whole thing run out after him. I subsequently follow after them after I lock the door and change my underwear. When I catch up to them they have the scumbag on the street handcuffed, waiting for the paddy wagon to show up. They ask me I'm I alright to which I say, not sure, think so. Finally it all hits me what just happened and I just slump to the ground in disbelief- holy shit, did that just happen.
After I change my underwear again, we all go over to the precinct and they arrest that mother fucker!!
On a personal note, God bless the NYPD because my job as a bartender on the west side of Manhattan is a lot better because of them. I remember not so long ago all that you would get on the corner here, where hookers and drug dealers, boy do I miss those days- just kidding. But seriously it is all down to the great work of the NYPD, so cheers guys.

Oh by the way, don't forget to tip your bartender.

O.J Simpson- what an Arsehole

O.J Simpson not happy getting away with murder now he wants to get away with burglary, but to be fair to him he said he was actually going there to kill someone. He actually stole his own stuff, that's like holding yourself up. What kind of dickhead gets arrested for stealing his own stuff. You know what O.J stands for "orange jumpsuit". Whats the difference between O.J and Adolf Hitler- Hitler left less clues. So the other day O.J Simpson was convicted and sentenced to do a minimum of nine years. Is he not the biggest dip shit in the world. He gets away with the crime of the century as we all know and he's still not happy. If that was me and probably the rest of the normal world I would not spit on the street or j-walk, I would be the greatest citizen on the face of this earth. Well maybe there is a God after all!!

The other night in the bar, this prick keeps asking me for a buy back- a free drink.  In most NYC bars they will give you a free drink, usually after you have had three drinks or more, however it is up to the discretion of the bar and the bartender. Anyway this guy says to me, "Wheres my free drink".  When you ask for one, you don't get one. That whats I believe. So I say, we don't give free drinks here. This cunt keep asking me, "wheres my free drink, my buy back".  We don't give free drinks I continue to say.  Now this loser starts shouting, "wheres my fuckin free drink","I'm going to kick your fuckin ass mother fucker", this loser keeps saying to me.  So I give him ten dollars and say, "go and buy yourself a drink somewhere else and fuck off and don't come back arsehole.  He says, "thanks a lot" and leaves the bar.  Sometimes its worth a few dollars to get rid of a scumbag.

Things not to say to a bartender when there busy- Would you recommend a nice fruity drink- Yes a bottle of bud, now fuck off !!!!

Speaking of tipping, tourists here's the deal.
We bartenders make our living on tips, it is customary to tip in America especially in New York, if you don't tip it is also customary to spit in your Margarita.
Here's the deal, we live on the tips give a few dollars a round of drinks, most New Yorkers give a dollar a drink. I know this is all new to you so give what you can, anything is appreciated and it is also customary to buy a customer a drink especially one who tips, usually every 4Th drink. I know this is a revolutionary idea to you Europeans right now as you are lucky to get a free bag of bacon fries from your local bar at home . Don't wait until the end of the night to tip show your appreciation right away and the appreciation will be shown to you. Have fun and enjoy New York City, especially the Scots, I know you are known to be cheap, ( remember copper wire was invented in Scotland- two Scotsman fighting over a penny). That's for my favorite Scotsman and friend Stevie Byrne.
I was in Glasgow recently to see Stevie and I stopped by his house and I noticed that he was taking the wall paper of the walls, I said to him are you decorating, no he said I'm moving. We went down to see the famous museum and statue of William Wallace in Stirling (remember brave heart, freedom and all that), so were in Stirling and this man comes up to me and says, do you know where the statue of Mel Gibson is, I won't say who said it, but to be fair to this American guy the statue did look a bit like him. There were also Scottish bagpipes playing they actually sounded great. While were on the subject of bagpipes, whats the difference between a bagpipe and an onion- nobody cries when you chop up a bagpipe. Stevie will be mad at me for that one.

So cheers everyone and please tip your bartender.

New Chapter in America

There's a new chapter in America but unfortunately its chapter 11. I come into work these days and I see less people- well the after work crowd that is. I come into work at 6pm to start my night, well at least I'm supposed to be there at 6pm however that's a bit of a laugh. Customers actually bet on when I will arrive at work how many minutes after six I will show up. I hear some cheers and some groans, mostly groans when I walk in the door, people cursing me as I walk through the door for not showing up at their designated time.
Anyway don't get me wrong business is still pretty good in the bar, I'm not complaining. Bars will always be good during hard times, there recession proof as one customer put it today. People are getting laid off for sure, but some of them I have always wondered how they had a job in the first place, real fucking dip shits, where the others I'm genuinely sorry for and I wish them all the best.

You hear some funny things, some funny conversations while working behind the bar, so many to remember but here's one I remember from last night. This guy says to this girl, whats your zip code, she's like what, again he says, whats your zip code, everybody asks for the phone number I just want the zip code- he was funny, not sure if he ever did get the zip code.

Well as we all know times are hard right now but please, tip your bartender!!

Freud You!!

Pretty quiet night tonight, Veterans day, a lot of people off work. So these two people walk into the bar tonight, not a couple as they are a little bit awkward towards each other but are obviously friends. So I say hi what are you having, the guy says right away, I'll have a bud, the girl takes her time can't make up her mind, obviously first time in a bar!  Right away I know this person, pain in the arse, crying out for attention, wants the world to wait on her, however these people can be interesting and sometimes fun!  Definitely didn't get a hug when she was a child.
Eventually asks for a rum and coke- after all that. So about ten minutes pass and she says, do you know how to make a cosmopolitan, yes I say, and he orders another bud. Another ten, twenty minutes pass and then she says to me can you make me a Black Russian, you know how to make it. I say listen, you know love, this is not my first night, oh really she says. Remember she is curving attention.
So this is where the fun begins. She finishes the earlier cosmopolitan and while I'm in the middle of a conversation with another customer, she says, take my empty class away, do you know how to be a bartender. I look at her laugh and continue my conversation. You need to nip that in the butt right away or else they will walk all over you. Listen people I know my job detail, but I'm a human being behind this bar as well.
Then she says, whats wrong with you, where are you from, what month were you born, why do you hate yourself and so forth. I say, pretending to cry, maybe I just need a hug. Darling, I say- just to keep it fun, enough of the psycho babble bullshit, save it for someone that cares. You know what Freud said, "The Irish are imperious to psychoanalyses", let it go sweetheart. Don't you think I'm a beautiful woman, do you not want me, she says. Beauty comes in many forms I say and you are so ugly in the inside. So now she does a total 360 on me, now she tells me that she lives up the street and wants me to fuck her. Typical, girl that looks confident on the outside, mean and aggressive, goes through her whole life hating and being mean to people, when in reality she hates herself and is so insecure. I say to her, you have the sex appeal of a school bus fire, I wouldn't fuck you with his cock- pointing at her friend. Before you get upset with me people, trust me she had it coming and now maybe she will not be such a bitch to people in the future. Eventually her friend says to her, your being an asshole time to go home. Best of luck to you Darling your going to need it.

Remember were not just bartenders we are psychiatrists too, so don't forget to tip.

Full Moon Tonight

It was one of those nights that every bartender knows and feels before they happen. It started out when I came into work at 6pm to start my night. There is this drunk at the end of the bar and right away I'm pissed off that he is being served and still in the bar. It doesn't take much to piss of the start of the night for a night bartender, we are very fragile. So the day bartender says to me, don't serve that guy, he's fucked up, but it was OK for you to serve him, and why would you care, your out of here anyway- fucking prick. So I say, you served him you get rid of him. I didn't serve him he says, so I say, where did he get the Heineken. Listen, why don't you think before you talk, I'm sick of you serving obviously fucked up people and saying, you have a good night and running out the door, only for me to handle the shit you left behind. If your a night bartender you know what I'm talking about. Well I eventually get this fuck head out of the bar after he comes in a few more times not realizing that I just fucked him out before. Unfortunately my night goes from bad to worse.

A few hours go by and all of a sudden a major brawl starts. Its not one of those fights when nobody really wants to fight, a bunch of hand bags and pocket books thrown. These people really wanted to hurt each other. These fights happen at best once a year. What I have learnt over the years as a bartender is not to be a hero. I have loved one's to go home too. Fights usually break themselves up. Don't be a hero, they bury hero's. As the Marines and the Rangers say, we don't die for our country, we live for our country. If anybody knows me, I'm not the one to run from a fight but this shite is ridiculous. There are some nights in the bar when I'm like, fuck I would love a bit of action right now, a good beating, a bit of anarchy, get in close to somebody and really give it a go. Remember, I have an advantage I'm sober, well usually anyway. Listen if a fight lasts more than 10 seconds and your in it your in big trouble. So remember that when a fight starts and your working behind a bar, by the time you get around the bar the fight is usually over, but if the fight is still going on after you get around the bar, that's a fight you have no business getting in, and you certainly do not want to be in it.

So here's to the full moon tonight and a full tip jar, so please, don't forget to tip your bartenders!!

Halloween

Great night at the bar last night all the jowls and monsters were out for Halloween. This one guy was dressed like a clans man with a big white sheet over him and a pointy hat. I said to him where did you get the costume at the k.k.k Mart.

This bunch of gay lads came in the bar and I like the gays, they tip well and are nice, anyway they say it takes a village to rise a family, but not the village people, they were the gayest people I have ever seen, well the bar is close to Chelsea, the gay capitol of New York City.

There's nothing as funny as seeing a grown man walking down 10Th avenue at 6am the morning after Halloween dressed like a slut with high heels and fish net shocking on coming home by yourself, try to explain that one, it kinda reminded me of the old days.

Happy Halloween everyone and don't forget to tip your bartender, no candy please!!

Last chapter?

This was supposed to be a short term gig, work as a bartender for a while make some money have lots of fun, do some travelling and position myself for the next big deal. Well that was the plan anyway. Well ten years has almost passed and I'm still a bartender on the lovely west side of Manhattan, Hells Kitchen area, the Manhattan Riviera. Business is still good considering our economic times, the same people come through the doors, slaves to their jobs, coming in before they take their two hour bus or train from Port Authority or Penn Station only to come back the next day to do it all again, what an existence. Everybody is living for their 401k and pension, pension this and pension that, and they forget to live for the moment. By the looks of things there will be nothing left anyway, no 401k or pension. Its when I see these people that I realize things for me are not so bad. I live up the street, have a ton of fun behind the bar, I've met some incredible people, made lots of friends, I see my boss once in a while, nobody really bothers me, except for the odd gangster, robber, homosexual, lesbian, midget and pervert. You know what? Bring it on, here's to another night behind the bar.

And don't forget to always tip your bartender.

My Aunt Died

Well today my favourite Irish aunt died, she lived a great long life. She was actually 106 years young when she died, so don't feel to bad.

We used to call her antique. She used to go up to statues and say to people "I fucked him". She used to go into the store Old Navy looking for sailors.

My friend Dave today actually asked me how she died, oh she died of a heart attack after teaching a crunch yoga class, she died of a heart attack in the mosh pit at a Metallica concert, her shoot didn't open- she was 106 everybody. By the way whats the difference between an Irish wedding and an Irish funeral- one less drunk. Rest In Peace!!

Cheers to my aunt, now go out and have a drink and tip your bartender!!!

Lawyers

I have a lawyer friend that comes into the bar, he's a nice guy but he is a lawyer so you have to fuck with them.

I said to him, whats the difference between a prostitute and a lawyer, a prostitute will stop fucking you when your dead.

I guy comes into the bar shouting and screaming the other night saying, all lawyers are assholes, all lawyers are assholes, this man runs up to him and says, I'm offended by that, the other guy says, what are you a lawyer, no he says, I'm an asshole.

This women goes to the doctor and asks the doctor, can women get pregnant from anal sex, of course they can says the doctor, where do you think lawyers come from!!!!

So he says to me, why are there no Irish lawyers, because they can't pass the bar. I suppose I had that one coming. Cheers

My Friend Arthur

My good old Jewish friend Arthur comes into the bar tonight all happy and smiling. Right there I know somethings wrong. I ask him why you so happy. He tells me he just won the new york state lottery, ten million dollars to be exact- drinks for everybody. Well, after the bar slows down I ask him, so Arthur whats next, what are you going to do with your winning. Now let me tell you about Art, he's a tough fucker, eighty nine years old, survived the holocaust, he's seen and been through it all. So anyway he says, first I'm going to donate half of the winnings, that's five million dollars to the Nazi party. I'm like what, are you losing your mind. No he says I'm going to donate half the winning five million to the Nazi party. I say, why would you do that after what they did to you and your people. Well its like this, he says, they gave me the numbers!!!
So there is a God after all.

So good luck to you Arthur and to you all, and please don't forget to tip your bartender!!

George Michael In The Garden Tonight

Busy night in the bar tonight, busier than a usual Monday night. George Michael was in Madison Square Garden tonight, that is probably why we were busier than normal, apparently still a lot of Wham and George Michael fans around. What's white and slides down the bathroom wall? George Michael's latest release- Just kidding George.

Talking about celebrities, David Hasselhoff was in the bar tonight. You remember him from Bay Watch or what we liked to call it Wank Watch. Maybe he's a George Michael fan, or maybe is was meeting him in the toilet, who knows. Anyway he comes up to the bar and I say, hello David Hasselhoff what can I get you, he says please call me "Hoff". Sure no problem "Hoff". Whatever weirdo. So by the end of the night everybody in the bar is calling him "Hoff". "Hoff" this and "Hoff" that. I was actually getting a bit sick of this so when he comes up to the bar I say to him, so why do you want to be called "Hoff", what with all this "Hoff" bullshit. He says listen I don't want any Hassel !!!

See you all later and please tip your bartender!!!

I Swear You Can't Make This Shit Up.

I was telling these people in the bar one day how in Ireland the fish particularly the salmon are jumping out of the water. There is actually one place in County Kerry where if you lean over this bridge as the salmon are coming up the river, you can actually grab them out of the air, as they jump out of the water. So these two Polish guys overhear my conversation and they tell me they are actually stopping off in Ireland on there way to Poland next week, and they will go and try to catch some Salmon. I tell them exactly where this place is in Kerry. They leave and tell me they will be back in the bar in a few weeks and will tell me what happened.
So sure enough a few weeks go by and these two Polish guys come back into the bar. Here's their story, its priceless.
So we get to County Kerry in Ireland and we locate the bridge where the salmon are supposed to be. So I lean over the bridge while from friend holds my feet so I can get down low. So after about an hour my friend starts screaming and shouting, "Pull me up, pull me up", so I say to him, "Did you get a Salmon", "No " he says, " There's a train coming".
I swear you can't make this shit up.

People say to me all the time, "Oh with that accent you must get laid all the time", by the way you might have a point but I was not exactly a virgin when I came to New York. So in a way its not a compliment, what their actually saying is, if you didn't have an accent you wouldn't get laid you ugly fucker. Thanks people.
By the way I had a pop tart today, my doctor told me I have to eat more fruit- feeling Great.
Cheers for now and don't forget to tip your Bartender!!!

The New York Yankee's

Three baseball fans were on their way to a game when one noticed a foot sticking out of the bushes by the side of the road, they stopped and discovered a nude female dead drunk. Out of respect and propriety, the Yankee's fan took off his cap and placed it over her right breast. The cubs fan took off his cap and placed it over her left breast.
Following their lead, but with some grumbling, the red sox fan took off his cap and placed it over her crotch.
The police were called and when the oficer arrived, he conducted his inspection. First, he lifted the Yankee's cap, replaced it, and wrote down some notes, next he lifted the cubs cap, replaced it, and wrote down some notes. The officer then lifted the red sox cap, replaced it, then lifted it again, replaced it, lifted it a third time, and replaced it one last time.
The red sox fan was getting upset and finally asked, what are you some kind of a pervert?, Why do you keep lifting and looking?, Well said the officer, I am simply surprised, normally when I look under a red sox cap, I find an arsehole !!!!

Went to the New York Yankee's baseball game today, D train right to Yankee stadium. I got talking to this man seating beside me today and beside him was an empty seat so I said to him its unusual to see an empty seat at a Yankee's game he said that he bought it for his wife but she died. I said to him that I was very sorry but could you not have given it to one of your friends or family members, he said their actually a very strange bunch, their all at the funeral. Talk about a die hard Yankee fan!!!

This reminds me I was at a funeral with my friend last month and they waked the person at his home, so we met up at a local bar before we were to go to the house. Well we drank maybe a bit to much, you know what funerals are like, anyway we arrive at the home a little late we go into the home and because we were so drunk that instead of knelling down at the coffin to pay our respects we knelled down at the piano. So I say, dead that he is, he sure had a great set of teeth and my friend says yes he did but he had a bad one here and there. We left and went right back to the bar.

I went with my girlfriend to the game today, I kissed her between the strikes and she kissed me between the balls.

The Edge the lead guitar player for the band u2 today donated his 1975 Gibson guitar to the New Orleans hurricane disaster fund, he said he wanted to give away something that he would miss, how about your house the people of New Orleans said.
That reminds me, Bono was doing a concert in his home town of Dublin recently and started clapping his hands and saying to the crowd, every time I clap my hands a person in Africa dies. Somebody shouted up from the crowd, well Bono, stop clapping your fucking hands then.
He also recently fell off the stage in Croke Park in Dublin, he fell over the Edge!!!!
Cheers for now, and remember to tip your bartender!!

Drinks

In a recent study, scientists believe that coffee can reduce the effects of alcohol on the liver, they say that two cups of coffee a day can as much as half the effects on the liver, today senator Ted Kennedy crashed into a Starbucks.

People love car bombs (half pint of Guinness and a half shot of baileys and Irish whiskey) and Jager bombs ( half pint of red bull and shot of jager ), you drop shot into pint and chug away, sound terrible but there gooood.

When did a Vodka and Cranberry turn into a Cranberry and Vodka, its like asking for Jelly and Peanut butter, its always been a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and always will, just as it will always be a Vodka and Cranberry, stop fucking with the drink ordering process people.

By the way has anyone noticed that beer is now cheaper than gas, so drink but don't drive.

Remember to tip your bartenders!!!

New Yorkers And Their Pets

As we all know us New Yorkers love our pets. Once in a while we have people come in to the bar with their pets, dogs, cats, gerbils,(we are very close to Chelsea), and so on. For me the only pets I can handle right now are goldfish. I named my goldfish number one and number two. When one died I had two!!

When it gets slow late at night and the kitchen is closed I don't mind when the locals bring their dogs in. I have this one man, lets call him Kevin, anyway he goes out every night to walk his dog and pops into the bar and has about four shots of vodka and then goes home to the wife, he always walks the dog. He was telling me one time that he had to leave town unexpectedly so his wife had to walk the dog. So she is walking the dog and as they go by the bar the dog makes a right and head straight for the front door of the bar all excited and barking for us to open the door. The dog ratted him out, so no more late night walking the dog for Kevin.

Another time this guy walks into the bar and says to this guy that has this dog sitting under his table, does your dog bite, no he says and the man goes to pat the dog on the back, just as he does this the dog takes a big bite out of his arm. The guy screams and shouts at the guy, I thought you said your dog doesn't bite, he says, that's not my dog!! Another time a guy says, is that Jack Russell's, no he says, its mine.

Stevie wonder came into the bar one night with his dog, picks his dog up by the tail and starts swinging it around his head. I say to him, Stevie what the fuck are you doing, he says, I'm just having a look around!! Did you ever see his wife....... Neither has he.

People please stop decorating your dogs. Stop putting these ridiculous outfits on your dogs. They are so embarrassed and they are already wearing a coat, they are born with one already on you sick fuckers. That reminds me, guys if your on a date don't get a doggy back, it makes you look like a little pussy. While your at it, you may as well as get your balls and put them in a doggy bag because you won't be needing them that night......... and your welcome.

Now go out and get yourself a nice cold beer and remember to tip your bartender!!!

I Love My Neighbors

So this pretty young girl walks into the bar and asks me for a martini. I make the martini and I go on doing my thing. I have never seen this girl in the bar before so I ask her has she ever been in the bar before, just really being welcoming to her. She tells me she just moved in to the high rise building across the street. She is sitting at the end of the bar and from our vantage point we can actually see her apartment her exact window across the street- fifth floor third window from the left as she so elegantly points out. Then she goes on to say I love to walk around the apartment naked and as you can see I never put curtains on my windows. I think we can all see where this is going. I make a few more drinks and another martini for our new neighbor. Well about two hours pass a little chit chat and she says to me, well I think its time for me to go home take off my cloths and call it a night. Don't forget where I live pointing up to her window across the street. I say nice talking to you hope to see you soon! I'm thinking I will be seeing her very soon and very naked. I keep saying to myself so I don't forget, fifth floor, third window from the left, fifth floor, third window from the left. I'm not some kind of a pervert but come on!!
So sure enough lights come on, fifth floor, third window from the left and our new neighbor appears. She starts to do a strip just for me as I watch from the bar across the street. So I open up a beer- I feel its appropriate, sit down and enjoy the show.

So thank you neighbor for the show and I didn't even have to tip her, but please always tip your bartender.

Good Advice?

There was this man at the bar last night and he says to me that his wife's not well. He says he brought his wife to the doctors office for a complete examination and they have narrowed it down to two things, his wife either having Alzheimer's disease or aids. He was obviously very worried and didn't know what to do. This is when the advice of the bartenders is critical.

So I say to the man, here's what you do. When your going home tonight with your wife, drop her off a few blocks from where you live, and if she makes it home don't fuck her!!!

That reminds me of another similar story. This man brings his wife to the doctors and the doctor examines his wife and says that his wife has Tom Jones-ism. The man is like, what!! Again the doctor says, I've examined your wife and she has Tom Jones-ism. So the man says to the doctor, is that rare, no the doctor says, but its not UNUSUAL.
He said his wife's was an angel, I said your lucky my wife is still alive.
Happiness is having a loving, close knit family in another country.

Cheers for now and remember to tip your bartender!!!

I'm a little sad

I just broke up with the girlfriend, but it was a good break up as break ups go, like we split the apartment in New York City in half, she got the inside. She used to say to me, "you remind me of the ocean" I would say "wet and wild" no she would say " you make me fucking sick'. We used to hold hands a lot, because if we ever let go we would probably fuckin kill each other.  The good thing about being married or being in a relationship is that when you go home, there is somebody there- the bad thing about being married or in a relationship is that when you go home, there is somebody there!!

Well I have been married twice, what can I say, I love wedding cake. The first wife died in a wishing well, I didn't know they worked.  No seriously the first wife died of eating poisoned mushrooms, the second wife died of a fractured scull, she wouldn't eat her mushrooms. Really my last wife died of V.D, my friend said to me, nobody dies of V.D, I said, they do when they give it to me. She actually talked through her nose because her mouth was worn out!!

I said to my girlfriend "were you faking it last night', no she said "I really was asleep"

People; don't fall in love with a heroin addict they have a lot of love but its all in vein.

A girl said to me that I don't have honest eyes, I'm like, I just want to sleep with you not borrow a thousand dollars.

I was in bed with my girlfriend the other night and she said she would like to try something different tonight, how about the 69, I said you want chicken and broccoli at 5am in the morning. That's the great thing about NYC you can always find a Chinese restaurant open, so we went down to wo hops on 17 Mott street in China town- open 24 hours.

I am actually selling a full set of Britannica encyclopedia's if anyone is interested, I don't need them any more girlfriend knows fuckin everything.

Talk to you all later, please remember to tip your bartender!!

Old People

We get a lot of older people in the bar from time to time. I love talking to older people and spending time with them. We are all getting older that's for sure, even me!!! We had the monthly chess meeting in the bar tonight in the back room. They are all older people and pretty dull to be honest with you. They have dinner in the back room and then talk and play chess, whoo hoo, how exciting. It takes them two hours to pass the salt.

You know when your getting old when you fall and nobody laughs. These people are so old that they remember when Elvis was alive the first time. You know your getting old when your toes out number your teeth, (that could be a southern red neck joke too) . This guy from the chess club said he went to give blood and they told him his blood type was discontinued. This guy said he remembered when casual sex meant no tie on, when safe sex was having the handbrake on in the car. His birth certificate was carved in stone.

Anyway, so I'm on my way home tonight in a taxi as it was raining, I only live a few blocks away and the taxi crashes into the back of another taxi. Well this little midget comes walking out of the taxi we just ran into, and my taxi drivers says to the little dwarf, which one are you, he says "well I'm not happy".

Talking about midgets and dwarfs, did you hear about the gay midget? he came out of the cupboard.

Cheers for now and remember to tip your bartender!!

Please Don't throw Bar Stools At Bartenders

Don't throw bar stools at bartenders? So last night these two guys and one girl walk into the bar at 330am and I can see by them they are pretty fucked up. Now I don't want somebody Else's headache, so what I usually say is, sorry guys I can't serve you, you've had too much but come back tomorrow and I will buy you a beer. This is when these drunk fucks usually say to themselves, a free drink tomorrow sounds good and they leave-like I'm ever or they will ever remember about the free drink tomorrow.
So anyway this scumbag picks up a bar stool and throws it right at me. I suppose he thought I said chairs instead of cheers!!
So I duck and miraculously the stool misses me and lands behind me and nothing breaks. Now I'm pissed off and I start to run around the bar to get to him. He runs out the doors like a fucking coward that he is, and I catch up to him about 10 feet outside the door, again he swings at me, I duck again for the second time and I put him to the ground. Lets just say he will not be coming around here again. Its funny how the loudest person in the bar is usually the weakest. On a personal note, thanks to all my friends at the bar that had my back and were and are always there for me.
Cheers to all my friends and family and don't forget to tip your bartender!!!

Happy St. Patrick's Day

Well happy St. Patrick's day everyone, here's to the wearing of the green, kiss me I'm Irish and all that shite. I actually enjoy St. Pats day, it's a crazy day but where I work I usually work by myself but on this day everybody works, all hands on deck, so in a way I can enjoy the holiday more. The music is loud and the green beer is flowing. What's the difference between an onion and a bagpipe? nobody cries when you chop up a bagpipe. Irish handcuffs, a beer in each hand.

On a sad note two Irish guys last night drowned in the Hudson River, they said they were trying to do the Riverdance!!

People this year can you please stop asking me do I know Pat Murphy from Dublin, I know I'm from Ireland but there are over six million in Ireland and most of them live in Dublin. Please don't say you would love to go to Ireland, its not like its the moon, its six hours away on a plane. Go to JFK Airport book a flight and go shithead, you will be there in no time. By the time this ridiculously boring conversation, that I'm having with you is over you will already be there. Its harder to go to the upper east side.

Happy St. Patrick's Day everyone, and please don't forget to tip your bartender!!!!