cape to cuba

Its so sexy, and we like Pepper the new mini to.

Like the failed bay of pigs invasion, we only had partial success going through the cocktail list at Cape To Cuba in Kalk bay. The only prisioners we took, where a bottle of pickles with one solitary pickly and two berets. The last pickle in the jar was able to outsmart our number one Sean Connery imporsonator, so was left in peace on the steps.

Like the copiuos amounts of alcohal left a terrible hang over so did the liberated berets. With there previuos owners phoning and demanding there return sometimes as much as 4 times a day!
Eventually I cracked and drove into the scottish heartland to settle the score. It was nasty R160 per a beret. Lucky Andy had found one so I did not have to invest in two.
The KGB phoned Tammy the next morning, "You and your comrades have something that belongs to our barmen, and ve vant them back!". Cape to Cuba are truely amazing not only are they able to move our bar tab on to our food bill but they are able to track us down the next morning to ask for there berets back. Respect!

Sensing that the evening may be an emotional one, I grabbed the security blanket of alcohal and managed to spend most of the evening at the bar, only venturing out to the table when my food was ready.

Killer hangover the next day, I woke up mixed my creatine with grandpa headache tablets and went back to bed. I think I need to find a new security blanket.