Fat-t**ted princess appreciation threak

Originally Posted by kwilkinson

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Neither one of those F***ers is British. But at least VKK doesn't try to be British. VKK is a bigger hick than you and I combined T. He used to live in *gulp*.... Atlanta

This, I cannot agree with. We are far bigger hicks than VKK. Trust me on this one.

VKK is a gentleman and a scholar and is on a first-name basis with most of the bartenders in London. VKK, in fact, ought to be in the Dos Equis commercials: he makes their current spokesman look like the love child of Edina and Neo v_7.

Originally Posted by Thomas

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This, I cannot agree with. We are far bigger hicks than VKK. Trust me on this one.

VKK is a gentleman and a scholar and is on a first-name basis with most of the bartenders in London. VKK, in fact, ought to be in the Dos Equis commercials: he makes their current spokesman look like the love child of Edina and Neo v_7.

I'll give you that. But Atlanta still sucks, right?

Originally Posted by kwilkinson

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I'll give you that. But Atlanta still sucks, right?

oh, hellz yeah.

Although, I have to give them props for inventing an alcoholic Dr. Pepper. That, and VKK, are the ATL's two towering achievements to humanity.

Originally Posted by Thomas

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an alcoholic Dr. Pepper.

Do tell....

Originally Posted by spertia

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Do tell....

THERE'S THE FLAVOR!

Originally Posted by spertia

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Do tell....

I haven't told this one already? I'm shocked. I could have sworn I told this one at least a couple of times by now. Mrs. T and the little one already tell me I repeat my stories, so I figured I'd leave well enough alone, but ah well.

So we're in the ATL in 1994 on a consulting trip. There are 10 or so of us, there for the week, bunch of damn tourists we were, and we go the Cheesecake Factory, cause we're dumb and don't know any better, and I don't think they had made it down to Texas by that time, so it was unique and exotic to us. We order drinks and most of us boozed it up pretty heavily back in the day, except for this one guy: Shawn. Shawn would not touch booze, no matter what, and strangely enough he never caught any flack for that. Very friendly, personable, couldn't hate on the guy, and so it went that he always ordered soft drinks when he was on the road.

So he orders a Dr. Pepper, because that's what he drank back home in Texas.

Turned out...back then, the only reliable way to get a Dr. Pepper (soft drink) outside of Texas was at a Taco Bell, because they had it shipped to all their stores. A lot of other places just didn't carry it. And somehow, along with our beers and mixed drinks, out comes a glass of dark cola-looking fizzy beverage. Shawn takes a drink and makes a funny look..."hmmm, this tastes weird - does this have alcohol?" The waiter said, yes it does - it was a mixed drink for them. They didn't get the soft-drink version, so a bartender pulled one together.

It blew our minds. We all tasted it, agreed that it was alcoholic, and that it was pretty damn close. Shawn ended up drinking water that evening, and someone else took the Dr. Pepper. Here's the kicker: some of us might have considered asking the waiter to make his with alcohol, but that's the sort of thing we would confess to in mid-dinner. No one ever confessed to mucking with his drink, not even years later.

I am an enigma. A multilayered racially / nationally ambiguous enigma.

K

And I am drunk.

K

And I :love: Thomas

K

And I Thomas

K

edit: and I Kwilk
and f@ck you Atlanta
and I am not British
but I love Engrand
and maybe Edina
and beer
wooo

Okay, but are you a hick or are you the Dos Equis guy?

Not much to hang our hats on here in the good old USA royalty wise...



but just you wait.

^I bet she's seriously kinky.