Having noticed the phenomenal success enjoyed by “The Brass Monkey Pub” we at “He left right? brain film studio and language school” have embarked on the creation of our very own establishment called The Brash Honkey. This is a high concept, low budget affair so we have done away with a lot of the extravegances normally associated with drinking, man/womanizing and throwing up. To whit ours is a bar with no chairs, tables or traditional bathrooms. In fact being on the roof of my apartment complex it has neither walls nor roof. The washroom arrangements are a dangle your bits from the edge affair that are sure to provide a thrilling moment of relaxation. And we have a range of musical styles from Alice to Cooper. So next time you are feeling bored, broke, lonely and in the mood for something a little different, drop on by the The Brash Honky Pub! Oh, and don’t forget to stock up on your favorite beverages downstairs before coming up.
How about the barmaids, Bob? Any chance of getting served by topless young dollybirds?
I do hope you at least provided a grate for the ladies to stand over.
Topless lady birds, bottomless bobs and urinal grates coming up!
can i byom, and what’s the address?
Fantastic. Our first customer! And just in time to test the new swing and harness apparatus we have set up for the comfort of our female patrons. The grates seemed rather pedestrian. I’ll get back to you with the address as soon as we get the licensing details taken care of. Cheers!
Bob,
Are you inviting your finest fellow Forumosans for a rooftop piss up at your place of abode or are you just taking the piss? If the former, give us a time and an address. I will bring a sheep, a pair of breasts (unfortunately, my own 
) and plenty of grog.
Cheers,
John.
Yes and no almas dear (and namastestore dear too). Basically what happened was that I saw the Brass Monkey a while ago and somehow got Brash Honky in my head and couldn’t get it out. When that happens I come here and see what happens. I start with a couple of words and then free associate or something I guess. In the process something usually comes out that actually expresses something that I really have some sort of idea about. In this case I guess what came out was an expression of my frustration over the fact that if you want to go man/womanizing you have to spend a bunch of money in a place where they don’t even let you choose the music. Would I like to throw a shindig at my place? I’d love it. Unfortunately between me the wife and the three geckos there is hardly room to swing a cat in this place and the roof isn’t much better.
I also have an idea for a simultrans party (a party where everything that is said is translated to Chinese). I want to film it and make a million in the the ESL market.
Hosting a rooftop party is not within the conditions of your work permit. Hold it and it will be your deportation party.
Living in fear of the bomb.