I can picture this in a barroom.

Gotta be one soundproof barroom.

Sagemind is probably just too jaded for this sort of video. In the woolier parts of BC I hear that it's not unusual for a strapping young lumber jill to limb and top a spar tree wearing nothing but a pair of tin pants and caulk boots. Try to get excited by a barroom mechanical bull after seeing a thing like that.

Really, I tried to find the "nothing of interest to Canadians" channel, but it just isn't there.

Yeah... but, can she play The Devil Went Down to Georgia? If not, she'll never make it on the barroom circuit.

I have a friend in Ohio and this is what I heard about this altercation...the man in the back said everyone attack and it turned into a barroom blitz.

Speaking of TF2, I got BITCHED AT last night on the BarRoom which has been my fav TF2 server since another sifter who I've forgotten introduced me to it ages and ages ago.

Why?

Because of my videosift.com spray!

"No advertising" the idiotic server admin decreed. Excuse me? The MoTD on server login stating their rules states no such thing, and if you think a videosift.com spray is an ad, well, <grumble>

Screw this, I'm going to play some Sid Meier's Railroads now...

Chords on the first verse:

Am F Am F
Am F
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Am F
enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
Am F
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood
Am F
Cries out "My God they killed them all!"
C F
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
C F
The man the authorities came to blame
Dm C
for something that he never done
Dm C
Put in a prison cell but one time
Em Am F C G Am F Am F
he could have been the champion of the world

best. barroom brawl. evar.

Found it quite stimulating and refreshing upon returning m'self......I love it when I'm accused of being from the right......and been here long enough for a school kid to figure me out.....Three cheers for the lovers of all races, creeds and colors, without regard to imprints, upbringing, limited exposure and indoctro-education.

I wanna have a Bar-b-que, with brothers from the west side, brothers from the west bank, and mothers from the barrios', brothels, and barrooms....perhaps some laplanders and swedes thrown in the mix, couple of token Canadians, gotta get some Brits, frogs, and wops, for the euro-mutt contingent, and Hayzeus Allah, can't forget the Chinese, the future overlords of the planet. The DJ is an Egyption, born to two mothers invitro-fertilized by Moishe and Akmehd, the homsexual Arab-Isralei acrobats, and there is a Bollywood room with hookahs, saris, and purple lassi-punchbowls .......let's get the party started........

Did I leave out anyone, shit, South America is gonna kick my ass, gotta have some Columbians, and Peruvian flakes. This is what I want my funeral to be like....lotsa dancin' and food, and nekkid preacher eulogies.....and Joseph, you're invited too, so stop yer Stalin!!!