Guest Blog Filed by: IoGT Hospitality Manager Mr. Corey MacMillan
Evening again folks. Following the overwhelming response to my previous entry a few weeks back on the Ballerina, the IoGT asked if I would issue a follow up. Only too happy to oblige, and have selected a story right off the top shelf about a cash pot bar challenge from my pre institute days.
It began when a guy, strolled into the bar absolutely blind drunk and noticed a bucket behind the counter filled completely with cash.
He asked me "Is there a contest on to win that dough?" "Yep," I told him, "It costs $50 to enter, and then you have to do three things:
First you've got to knock out Spike, our 300-pound bouncer.
Then we've got a pit bull out back with an abscessed tooth, and it's up to you to yank it out.
Finally, the 90-year old Chinese lady who owns this place is upstairs. If you can give her a multiple orgasm, all the money's yours."
Well to say the least, Frank was well up for it. He paid the 50-buck fee and approached the hulking, heavily tattooed doorman.
With a single blow, Tony knocked Spike the bouncer cold.
Triumphant, Tony stormed into the bar's backyard.
The patrons listened to the pit bulls ferocious bark for several minutes, which was followed by a series of hysterical yelps.
Covered with nicks and scratches, he re-entered the saloon and yelled: "Two down! Now, where's that old Chinese broad with the abscessed tooth?"
I came across this original idea the other day whilst strolling about town. The design incorporates a series of spikes sewn into the cloth. Although they were quite eye-catching and obviously well made, I could not see myself with one. Perhaps you can.
Evening again folks. Following the overwhelming response to my previous entry a few weeks back on the Ballerina, the IoGT asked if I would issue a follow up. Only too happy to oblige, and have selected a story right off the top shelf about a cash pot bar challenge from my pre institute days.
Nursing homes can be funny places. I could tell you stories that would have you pissing yourself. Not literally of course. But as it happens, a majority of these stories tend to involve actual people actually pissing themselves. What’s even more amusing is that most of these people are rarely awake when the pissing happens! As entertaining as these stories obviously are, its probably better if I save them for another time as I highly doubt IoGT subscribers have tuned in to hear about a dayroom full of decrepit old bags filling their boots without realizing it twice before morning tea. Instead, here’s a absolute gem I recently overheard whilst trying to feign interest during a site inspection at one of our IoGT nursing facilities several weeks ago.
Where does has 2009 gone? Yes, Christmas is upon us once again here at the IoGT, and as we approach this holy time of the year I find myself reflecting on society’s shifting attitudes towards the meaning and spirit embodied in this period of the Christian calendar. Chief amongst such concerns is the responsibility of a person in my position to strike an acceptable balance between being seen as above the conspicuous consumption orgy that all thinking people know Christmas to be, and of course personally capitalizing on the advantage of my religious affiliation. Not an easy thing to do. So with this in mind, it my sincere pleasure to unveil The Institute of Good Taste’s officially sanctioned Christmas gift for season 2009/10- ‘The Illuminator’. 