"What do you try and save in a bar brawl?" Topic

1) The big jar of pickeled hogs feet on the bar
2) The big red jar of pickled eggs on the bar
3) The stale popcorn
4) That big pitcher of beer/ale from the next table
5) The juke box (don't mess with the tunes)
6) The piano player
7) The attractive looking female bartender (even without beer googles)
8) The fresh untouched appetizer on the next table
9) The mildly attractive female bartender (only with beer gooles)
10) Other

My teeth

My dignity and love of adventure

My butt, teeth and structural integrity by applying kinetic motion to my lower limbs and skeedaddle out of there, you can have the girls and the beer …

The fresh untouched appetizer on the next table

Unless the Applebees near you is a lot different from the ones around here, I'm not sure this is an option in the types of bars that host brawls…

my

I'm a tee totaller…

Been to a few bars in my youth, but never one that actually had a brawl--or some of the choices presented.

So many good choices…do you include these various choices as different point value objectives in a tavern or bar brawl miniatures game? And which one gets the most points?

Rob

Me

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So many good choices…do you include these various choices as different point value objectives in a tavern or bar brawl miniatures game? And which one gets the most points?

I think they are listed in descending point order.

I am going with the general thread in saving your butt comes first

Followed, of course, by female bartenders

According to the world's foremost expert on the subject, Bobby Bare, one should save the eyes, nose and teeth. And you know, I guess that makes me the winner.

Other… you MUST save the single malt scotch, at all costs!!

(Taught by a Scottish dockworker in Holy Loch many years ago)

My beer, and the malt scotch

7, of course

Lou is right, save the single malt.

10) The single malt.

8 for sure especially if they be nachos!

Always save the bar maid regardless of looks. She has access to the liquor and beer!!! Been sober 10 years now and I still think that's the only way to go.

I still want to meet the guy that buys the pickled hogs feet. I grew up in a bar, and remember the big old jar on the bar. I never in my life saw anyone eat them. But, according to my grandfather and father they were a big seller.
But that was in New Jersey close to the Pine Barrens. Maybe it was the Jersey Devil incognito.

My drink.

The War of Jenkins ear Bavarian General Staff Sedan Chair team I was painting before the brawl broke out.

How about myself…I hide under a table with the cute waitress and let the rest of kill yourselves over the pigs feet!

My bollox….

Many years back I was having a drink with a friend at the Lion's Head, a venerable bar in Greenwich Village, where once Dylan Thomas damaged his liver.

Down the other end of the bar a drunk started wrestling with another patron. No one paid any attention, though when the pair bumped another patron he joined in. It was all in slow motion, gradually creeping along the bar and involving more people as it went. When the chap next to us joined the scrum, my friend and I drained our drinks, left a tip on the bar and walked out.

So our answer was 10 – our butts.

Her virginity

My own testicles.
Always, only, ever.