So, even though they serve cocktails by the gallon, being loud and inebriated at Medieval Times is not necessarily accepted. So about an hour into the show (2 Red Bull Vodkas, 2 Tequila Shots, and 8 Beers), I was being a little uppity and it just so happened that a security guard/hobbit-like individual walked by as I was being supportive of my side's Green Knight.
Me: Red knight has the Syph! You're a pussy Red!!!
5-Foot, 2-Inch Supervisor: Uhh...sir...we need you to watch your language
Me: What language? What are you talking about?
5-Foot, 2-Inch Supervisor: Sir, there are children present, this establishment caters to those who are under the age of 5 and there is no need for the p-bomb.
Me: What the hell is the p-bomb?
5-Foot, 2-Inch Supervisor: [Whispers] Pussy...
Me: Pussy is the p-bomb? Wow...and I only thought fuck was a bomb worthy word
5-Foot, 2-Inch Supervisor: Please sir, watch your language or I will have to ask you to leave
Me: So what can I say? Pansy?
5-Foot, 2-Inch Supervisor: I'd prefer that you didn't
Me: How about Pamby? Can I call the Red Knight a bed-wetting Namby Pamby?
5-Foot, 2-Inch Supervisor: Yes, you can call him that
Me: [Yelling] Hey Red Knight! You're a gonorrhea infected namby-pamby douchebag!!!
5-Foot, 2-Inch Supervisor: That's better...but please...I don't want to have to come back here again [He walks away]
My friend who was sitting next to me the whole time this episode was occurring: Hey Yellow Knight! You're a pissed stained shit bag that couldn't fuck a sheep!!! I hope you take a fucking joust in the fucking head, asshole!!! [Turns to me] What? He was talking to you...not me.
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