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This explains everything........
Hi All,
Saw this on another site and thought you guys would apprieciate it, everything is clearer now!!!!
This story explains a lot of things. How many times have you woken up the morning after a hard night's drinking and thought ´How on earth did I get home?´ As hard as you try, you cannot piece together your return journey from the pub to your house.
The answer to this is that you used a "Beer scooter".
The Beer Scooter is a mythical form of transport, owned and leased to the drunk by Bacchus, the Roman god of wine. Bacchus has acquired a large batch of these magical devices.
The Beer Scooter works in the following fashion: - The passenger reaches a certain level of drunkenness and the "slurring gland" begins to give off a pheromone. Bacchus, or one of his many sub-contractors, detects this pheromone and sends down a winged Beer Scooter.
The scooter scoops up the passenger and deposits them in their bedroom via a Trans-Dimensional-Portal. This is not cheap to run, so a large portion of the passenger’s in-pocket cash is taken as payment. This answers the second question after a night out ¨How did I spend so much money? ´
Unfortunately, Beer Scooters have a poor safety record and are thought to be responsible for over 90% of all UDI (Unidentified Drinking Injuries). An undocumented feature of the beer scooter is the destruction of time segments during the trip.
The nature of the Trans-Dimensional portals dictates that time will be lost, seemingly unaccounted for. This answers the third question after a night out `What the hell happened?´ With good intentions, Bacchus opted for the REMIT (Removal of Embarrassing Moments in Time) add on, that automatically removes, in descending order, those parts in time regretted most.
Unfortunately one person's REMIT is not necessarily the REMIT of another and quite often lost time is regained in discussions over a period of time. Independent studies have also shown that Beer Goggles often cause the scooter's navigation system to malfunction thus sending the passenger to the wrong bedroom, often with horrific consequences!
With recent models including a GPS, Bacchus made an investment in a scooter drive-thru chain specialized in half eaten kebabs and pizza crusts.
Another question answered!
For the family man, Beer Scooters come equipped with flowers picked from other people's gardens and Thump-A-Lot boots (Patent Pending). These boots are designed in such a way that no matter how quietly you tip-toe up the stairs, you are sure to wake up your other half. Special anti-gravity springs ensure that you bump into every wall in the house and the CTSGS (Coffee Table Seeking Guidance Systems) explains the bruised shins.
The final add-on Bacchus saw fit to invest in for some Scooters is the TAS (Tobacco Absorption System). This explains how one person can apparently get through 160 Silk Cut purple in a single night.
PS: Don't forget then on-board heater, which allows you to comfortably get home from the pub in the sub-zero temperatures, wearing just a T-shirt.
Cheers
L'
Saw this on another site and thought you guys would apprieciate it, everything is clearer now!!!!
This story explains a lot of things. How many times have you woken up the morning after a hard night's drinking and thought ´How on earth did I get home?´ As hard as you try, you cannot piece together your return journey from the pub to your house.
The answer to this is that you used a "Beer scooter".
The Beer Scooter is a mythical form of transport, owned and leased to the drunk by Bacchus, the Roman god of wine. Bacchus has acquired a large batch of these magical devices.
The Beer Scooter works in the following fashion: - The passenger reaches a certain level of drunkenness and the "slurring gland" begins to give off a pheromone. Bacchus, or one of his many sub-contractors, detects this pheromone and sends down a winged Beer Scooter.
The scooter scoops up the passenger and deposits them in their bedroom via a Trans-Dimensional-Portal. This is not cheap to run, so a large portion of the passenger’s in-pocket cash is taken as payment. This answers the second question after a night out ¨How did I spend so much money? ´
Unfortunately, Beer Scooters have a poor safety record and are thought to be responsible for over 90% of all UDI (Unidentified Drinking Injuries). An undocumented feature of the beer scooter is the destruction of time segments during the trip.
The nature of the Trans-Dimensional portals dictates that time will be lost, seemingly unaccounted for. This answers the third question after a night out `What the hell happened?´ With good intentions, Bacchus opted for the REMIT (Removal of Embarrassing Moments in Time) add on, that automatically removes, in descending order, those parts in time regretted most.
Unfortunately one person's REMIT is not necessarily the REMIT of another and quite often lost time is regained in discussions over a period of time. Independent studies have also shown that Beer Goggles often cause the scooter's navigation system to malfunction thus sending the passenger to the wrong bedroom, often with horrific consequences!
With recent models including a GPS, Bacchus made an investment in a scooter drive-thru chain specialized in half eaten kebabs and pizza crusts.
Another question answered!
For the family man, Beer Scooters come equipped with flowers picked from other people's gardens and Thump-A-Lot boots (Patent Pending). These boots are designed in such a way that no matter how quietly you tip-toe up the stairs, you are sure to wake up your other half. Special anti-gravity springs ensure that you bump into every wall in the house and the CTSGS (Coffee Table Seeking Guidance Systems) explains the bruised shins.
The final add-on Bacchus saw fit to invest in for some Scooters is the TAS (Tobacco Absorption System). This explains how one person can apparently get through 160 Silk Cut purple in a single night.
PS: Don't forget then on-board heater, which allows you to comfortably get home from the pub in the sub-zero temperatures, wearing just a T-shirt.
Cheers
L'
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Those were the days...
L'WAAPAM,
Having ridden the above mentioned winged beer scooter of Bacchus on many an occasion, often in subzero temperatures and sustained mercifully few serious UDIs
I now feel qualified to call myself Scooter Boy!
Great post!
(B)SB
Having ridden the above mentioned winged beer scooter of Bacchus on many an occasion, often in subzero temperatures and sustained mercifully few serious UDIs
I now feel qualified to call myself Scooter Boy! Great post!
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For the family man, Beer Scooters come equipped with flowers picked from other people's gardens and Thump-A-Lot boots (Patent Pending). These boots are designed in such a way that no matter how quietly you tip-toe up the stairs, you are sure to wake up your other half. Special anti-gravity springs ensure that you bump into every wall in the house and the CTSGS (Coffee Table Seeking Guidance Systems) explains the bruised shins.
The final add-on Bacchus saw fit to invest in for some Scooters is the TAS (Tobacco Absorption System). This explains how one person can apparently get through 160 Silk Cut purple in a single night.
The final add-on Bacchus saw fit to invest in for some Scooters is the TAS (Tobacco Absorption System). This explains how one person can apparently get through 160 Silk Cut purple in a single night.
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Nice one L',
I can now explain those carpet burns on my knees to Mrs S. as gravel rash!!
Cheers,
SS
I can now explain those carpet burns on my knees to Mrs S. as gravel rash!!
Cheers,
SS
I take your point about the poor safety record of beer scooters.
I was thrown from one on my way back from a night out in Bad Sassendorf.
Lying in the road I was rescued by a passing taxi. The driver took me back to base and being a real gentleman he even refused payment although I offered loads of beer tokens.
As he was driving away I turned to identify which taxi firm he drove for.
Green and white, with Polizei written on it.
Nice uniform too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was thrown from one on my way back from a night out in Bad Sassendorf.
Lying in the road I was rescued by a passing taxi. The driver took me back to base and being a real gentleman he even refused payment although I offered loads of beer tokens.
As he was driving away I turned to identify which taxi firm he drove for.
Green and white, with Polizei written on it.
Nice uniform too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
