A pina colada please

[Robert]

The bartender took the library card and stared at it with a frown. He then rubbed his thumb across the letters but they did not smudge. He next held the card up while looking at the boy's picture and then back at racecar. "I'm sorry Ma'am, this is 'Bring your daughter's library card to the Pub' day so I can only give you 25% off of your free drink".

[Robert]

Leaving racecar with a stunned silly look on her face, the bartender approached Munty and said, "Hi there Munty? How's that Pina Colada? It's not getting too warm is it?". And with that the bartender stuck his finger in Munty's drink and said, "Ahhh, that's the perfect temperature". Leaving Munty with a disapproving glare, the bartender turned away from the customers so he could continue eating from his chocolate bar he had hidden over in the corner.

[Robert]

The Honeybee was lost. He had never before been so far from his hive. He had been searching for a flower the whole day without success. All his friends from the hive never had trouble finding flowers, but this bee had a problem. This bee had a mutation, possible from a cosmic ray or perhaps from the natural background radiation where he was hatched. These things happen every once in a while in the natural course of evolution. Unfortunately, this mutation did not increase this bee's chances for survival. As unlikely as it sounds, this bee was attracted by the scent of chocolate rather than flowers. Today was the first day of this bee's short life that it finally detected this scent of a flower, or chocolate in this case.

The bee lost the scent occasionally but each time would pick it back up again. Now the scent was strong as the bee entered the pub. There was lots going on here. People were screaming and swating at the bee, but the bee did not noticed zigged and zagged and zeroed in on the flower with the chocolate scent. It was headed to the corner. The bee was suddenly very excited. He would show his friends back at the hive that he was good, that he could deliver the nectar. All those days of beeing teased and picked on were about to end. His life was about to be complete. He imagined his new found respect back at the hive. He would show them, he would show all of them who the greatest bee of the hive was. This was his moment. The bee closed in and landed on the flower and was just about to suck the sweet nectar when...

Glancing behind him to make sure no one was looking, the bartender turned back to his chocolate bar, opened his mouth wide, and bit down on the delicious.... "AAAAAUUUUUUUEEEEAAAAAAAAAAA!!!", the bartendar screamed. "aaaaaaaaeeeeaaAAAAEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!" , the bartender screamed again....

Just as the bee was sucking the nectar from the flower he, for the briefest of moments, felt his body being crushed, and then was dead. When the bee's dead body was crushed by the bartender's teeth the bee's stinger was automatically lodged into the bartenders tongue...

The bartender screamed yet a third time, "AAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaeaeeeeeeeeeeeeeahhhhhhhgg" .

[racecar]

The wild charms of the mustache parade were fading fast in the face of the unfolding hysteria. This must be the bartenders first time being stung...

[Robert]

The bartender turned around, eyes wide, forgetting to wipe the chocolate off of his face, and frantically searched for something on the counter top. He accidentally knocked the butter to the floor and then slipped on the butter, and while grabbing for the handrail he knocked over the flour which poured on top of his head. He then crawled on his hands and knees back to the long bar where racecar, dleviwing and munty were sitting. The bartender stood up and now had black smudges all over his face, chocolate all over his mouth with a little bit on his nose, his hair was white from the flower and his tongue was so swollen that it stuck out of his mouth. He noticed that everyone was staring at him and said, "Woob Pumbobby puub ba biimga pwum ma pumg?" and held out the tweezers...

[munty13]

I nonchantly accept the tweezers from the bartender.

"Thanks. There's been a nose hair that's been bugging me all day." I apply the tweezers up my nose and pull - it makes the sound of a guitar string being plucked.

I hand back the tweezers, which unintentionally, has a bogey with a short-and-curly pointing out of it. The bartender just stares at me with his big fat tongue hanging out.

[Robert]

The bartender took the tweezers back, looked at the one haired bogey, then looked up at munty again. The bartender had a look of disbelief on his face but nothing was said for what seemed like a long time. Then the bartender's right eye started twitching... twitch... twitch... twitch twitch.. twitch..... twitch..

[munty13]

"You know," I say, a little disconcerted, "In some cultures, that's considered rude."

[munty13]

I was offended by the bartender sticking his tongue out at me. Now I am abashed. He's winking at me. I feel flattered. Comfortable with my sexuality, I wink back.

[racecar]

Racecar took her son's library card and scraped the stinger out, for she was unaware of the problem this posed, but in light of the bogey, what was one to do?!

Unable to keep a clear head she was curious what the bartender was doing with butter, flour and chocolate behind the bar. Obviously bees are attracted to chocolate....

"Hey Munty, how's your drink?", Racecar asked.