Chocoholic
03-07-2003, 01:29 AM
What's shaking, Norm? - All four cheeks & a couple of chins.
What's new, Normie? - Terrorists, Sam. They've taken over my stomach & they're demanding beer.
What'd you like, Normie? - A reason to live. Give me another beer.
What'll you have, Normie? - Well, I'm in a gambling mood Sammy. I'll take a glass of whatever comes out of the tap. - Looks like beer, Norm. - Call me Mister Lucky.
Hey Norm, how's the world been treating you? - Like a baby treats a diaper.
What's the story, Mr. Peterson? - The Bobsey Twins go to the brewery. Let's cut to the happy ending.
What's going on, Mr. Peterson? - A flashing sign in my gut that says, 'Insert beer here.'
Whatcha up to, Norm? - My ideal weight if I were eleven feet tall.
How's it going, Mr. Peterson? - Poor. - I'm sorry to hear that. - No, I mean pour.
Women - can't live with ‘em . . . pass the beer nuts.
What's going down, Normie? - My butt cheeks on that bar stool.
Pour you a beer, Mr. Peterson? - Alright, but stop me at one . . . make that one-thirty.
How's it going, Mr. Peterson? - It's a dog eat dog world, Woody & I'm wearing Milk Bone underwear.
What's the story, Norm? - Boy meets beer. Boy drinks beer. Boy meets another beer.
Can I pour you a beer, Mr. Peterson? - A little early, isn't it, Woody? - For a beer? - No, for stupid questions.
Hey Norm, how's life in the fast lane? - Don't know, can't find the on-ramp.
Can I draw you a beer, Mr. Peterson? -No, Woody, I know what one looks like - just pour me one.
Hey Mr. Peterson. How are things? - Never been better, Woody, but just once I wish they'd get better.
Whatcha know, Norm? - I know how to sit. I know how to drink. Wanna quiz me?
How's life treatin' you Mr. Peterson? - Like he caught me in bed with his wife Woody. How ‘bout a beer?
(While it's raining outside) Still pouring, Norm? - Funny, I was about to ask you the same thing.
What's up, Norm? - My nipples, it's freezing out!
Man, that Norm is so funny!
:lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:
What's new, Normie? - Terrorists, Sam. They've taken over my stomach & they're demanding beer.
What'd you like, Normie? - A reason to live. Give me another beer.
What'll you have, Normie? - Well, I'm in a gambling mood Sammy. I'll take a glass of whatever comes out of the tap. - Looks like beer, Norm. - Call me Mister Lucky.
Hey Norm, how's the world been treating you? - Like a baby treats a diaper.
What's the story, Mr. Peterson? - The Bobsey Twins go to the brewery. Let's cut to the happy ending.
What's going on, Mr. Peterson? - A flashing sign in my gut that says, 'Insert beer here.'
Whatcha up to, Norm? - My ideal weight if I were eleven feet tall.
How's it going, Mr. Peterson? - Poor. - I'm sorry to hear that. - No, I mean pour.
Women - can't live with ‘em . . . pass the beer nuts.
What's going down, Normie? - My butt cheeks on that bar stool.
Pour you a beer, Mr. Peterson? - Alright, but stop me at one . . . make that one-thirty.
How's it going, Mr. Peterson? - It's a dog eat dog world, Woody & I'm wearing Milk Bone underwear.
What's the story, Norm? - Boy meets beer. Boy drinks beer. Boy meets another beer.
Can I pour you a beer, Mr. Peterson? - A little early, isn't it, Woody? - For a beer? - No, for stupid questions.
Hey Norm, how's life in the fast lane? - Don't know, can't find the on-ramp.
Can I draw you a beer, Mr. Peterson? -No, Woody, I know what one looks like - just pour me one.
Hey Mr. Peterson. How are things? - Never been better, Woody, but just once I wish they'd get better.
Whatcha know, Norm? - I know how to sit. I know how to drink. Wanna quiz me?
How's life treatin' you Mr. Peterson? - Like he caught me in bed with his wife Woody. How ‘bout a beer?
(While it's raining outside) Still pouring, Norm? - Funny, I was about to ask you the same thing.
What's up, Norm? - My nipples, it's freezing out!
Man, that Norm is so funny!
:lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: