Where’s the beer? I was told there’d be beer!
Are the jalapeno poppers ready? Tiggrkitty, you’re more than welcome to be here. Find a chair and make yourself comfy.
Put that damn cigarette out, Ghanima! This is a non-smoking thread!
::: wanders off in search of beer and munchies :::
Can’t have a damn meeting without something to drink and eat…
What are we, heathens? I think not!
TiggrKitty I apologise profusely. You see the man at the door is having a little trouble distinguishing the Brats from the regular dopers. Something about not displaying their BRAT PACK INSIGNIA cough wheeze cough
Rufus and BiblioCat, welcome. The bar is now open for food and refreshments. Pull up a couple chairs and I’ll get us all some Martinis.
Wasn’t there a thread recently having something to do with “thinking of something, and someone else starting a thread on that topic the next day”?
If so, this qualifies. It just occurred to me yesterday that the SDMBBP hasn’t had any official functions/keggers/beer blasts/panty raids/revolutions/congressional runs as of late.
: grabs seat near Ghanima yet far from BiblioCat, and lights up a smoke of his own :
Ahhh, you see, that’s why I…::notices Ghanima uncrossing and crossing legs::…er, like this man.
::grabs Hal round shoulders::
He gets straight to the point, he’s where the action is. But there’s no need to be hasty. What I have to say will be worth the wait. Ghanima, Hal if you follow me I’ll show you to the smoker’s room, I got some Cubans you may enjoy.
He glanced up from his glowing computer screen, towards the window. The dark of night was divided - outside, projected on a cloud, was the glowing circular disk with the silhouette of an extended middle finger. “The Bratsignal!” he cried. Leaping from his workstation, he stepped to the bronze bust of Cecil Adams on the nearby table. Deftly lifting its hinged head, he pressed the button, sliding back the shelf of DVDs, revealing the fireman’s pole that descended… to the Bratcave.