windyscotty wrote:Should you happen to be in Bishop on Jan 19th at 9 pm, be sure to stop by Rusty's Saloon for Redneck Night.
This could be highly entertaining, as the photo in the paper reveals some ladies who look like transvestite mud wrestlers.
Lord, I hope they don't see this, because they could come after me.
"Well, they were comin' after me-those headhunters is all I see!" Flamin' Groovies
I'm too old to be in the ring with transvestite, mud wrestlin' ladies from Bishop. They could be cowgirls, too, who could rope and hog tie me, pronto.
Biker395 wrote:^ Lol.
Rusty's is a classic.
My buddy and I dropped by there years ago on a hot weekend afternoon to take in the Laker game and a couple of beers.
There was a Native American there who was apparently well known to the patrons and the bartender. When he's reasonably sober, everybody likes him. But when he's tying one on, he's off the chart obnoxious.
Today, he was tying one on.
The bartender gives him a friendly warning. It was soon ignored.
He got another ... again ignored. Finally,
"Listen (I've forgotten his name). If you don't settle down, we're going to have to throw you out of here again."
That got a nod of acknowledgement. And it worked for about 10 minutes, before the alcohol started talking again.
My buddy and I looked over at the bartender, who's eyes were fixed upon another gent. He motioned his head to the door.
So this guy walks up to the offender, grabs him by the seat of his pants, and the scruff of his neck, and literally gives him the bum's rush out of the door. My recollection (this is well over 20 years ago) is that he "door" was a couple of swinging doors a la your cowboy bar in a western movie.
I had never thought about it before, but those type of doors are probably designed for convenient "bumrushing."
My buddy and I looked at each other with a "holy shite" expression ... we had both heard of the bum's rush before, but had never seen it executed at all, let alone in such an appropriate setting. The guy literally slapped his hands together when he walked back to his seat.
Memories. And those were the days when Laker games were something to look forward to.
rphenry wrote: I told him I had never been thrown out of a bar in my life, but within about 30 seconds the bouncer came up behind me, grabbed my belt, and corrected that omission in my biography.
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