Hi All,
Some of us have had trouble starting a new thread. They have been popping up in Suggestions Box.
I haven’t found a fix for this, however I thought this category would be a good starting point. Any topics that go astray should pop-up here. I can move them if need be.
Why The Bar? why not… all good conversations start at the bar…
Mike.
LOL or after the Bar 
I am open to a better name for it 
Sounds like a good heading. Wonder if we can tell jokes in the bar?
A woman walks into a Chemist and asks the pharmacist for some arsenic. He says, “What do you want with arsenic?” She replies, “I want to kill my husband because he cheats on me with another woman.”
The pharmacist says, “Listen here lady, I can’t sell you arsenic for that purpose. Not even if he is cheating on you with another woman.”
So she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a photo of her husband in bed with the pharmacists wife and shows it to him.
The pharmacist quietly says, “Oh, I didn’t realise you had a prescription.”
:lol: Ripper mate!!
I can’t stand those people who hate football but still go along to games to deliberately cause trouble and ruin them for everybody else.
Bloody Umpires!
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Some Asian with a football asked me if I wanted to pray with him.
“No thanks,” I said “I’m an atheist.”
If people don’t wish to call it the bar, how about an alternative? I remember in the old days when I used to have hair, everyone has to go to a barber or hairdresser. Perhaps call it at the barbers or gone to the hairdresser? Because those people like to talk and they are good to talk with.
Just my thoughts there…
Now days the barbers seem to have gone. Replaced by franchises with a ramp out the front that resembles a sheep shoot. Have a look, they all seem to be the same.
What about making it The Water Cooler?
“The Bar” sound good to me.
A drunk walks into a bar and says, " Ahhh, gimme a gim and tomic." The barman said, “Your drunk - get out!” The drunk walked out, staggered around the block, came back in and walked up to the bar and said, “Give me a gim and tomic please”. The barman replies, “Your drunk - get out!” Again the drunk walked out of the bar, walks round the block, back in again, up to the bar and said, “Gimme a gim and tomic.” Again the barman says, “Your drunk - get out!” And the drunk said, “Just a cotten pickin’ minute! Do you own all the pubs in this town?”
I was visiting my son and daughter-in-law last night when I asked if I could borrow a newspaper.
‘This is the 21st century, old man,’ he said. ‘We don’t waste money on newspapers. Here, you can borrow my iPad.’
I can tell you, that bloody fly never knew what hit it