TROLLOP?!?
::standing up, swaying a bit::
I’s notsh a trollop! Deals the cardsh, Flyp!
::falling back down on the couch, grabbing a beer::
BRRRRAAAAAPPPPP! Mush better.
“Better people…better food…and better beer!”
-Neil Peart, Rush
the phone rings…and rings…
after a while a hand knocks the receiver off the hook.
“buuuuurp - whaadya want?”
“I say you chaps, can you keep the noise down just a touch. Think of me as your jolly next-door neighbour who hasn’t been invited to the party. Oh, and I can hear you from here … in England”
Hey, there’s a bottle of Everclear here, did you guys know its illegal outside Kentucky? (only 96% alcohol) Some one get me some of that koolaid… [cow god mixes a few shots]
uuuuuuuhh, I don’t feel so good…
Hey you… YEAH YOU… waddyaa lookin at?? HUH… whyy I oughttaa teach you yelly bellied yuppies sumtin or two! But cha know what? I can’t be fightin. I luv you guys… sniff sniff Hey, Unca BEER, why are there threee of yous??
THUMP
“I’m not dumb. I just have a command of thoroughly useless information.”-- Calvin and Hobbes
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…c.c…c.c…
Hi, can I come in and tell you why Jesus Christ is my personal lord and savior?
!!! SLAM !!!
your humble TubaDiva
Hey, it’s just a joke . . . I brought pizza and a keg!
Hey, Tuba…cmmmmmmmonnnn in…
All’s I can say, is when you get to the end of the bottle o’ Mescal with these murrff… with these morrffiff… BBBBUUUUUURRRRPPPP… wif ese morphiferryerrs, jus’ don’ menshun the goddamm WORM comma OK???
Did I hear pizza? Hell, nothing, and I mean nothing, goes better with orange juice like pizza.
Lemmie just wake up the OJ < pours in some Cuervo >
Alright! Deal me in!
You say “cheesy” like that’s a BAD thing.
Trolls? There’s trolls here? Where? Give me that kerosene. The BBQ Pit is *here,*mo’fos!
What? Oh, you said *trollop.*Oops. Here, let me go get something to clean that kereosene up.
Hey wait a minute. Did you call me a trollop? I may be drunk, but I know when I’ve been insulted, and you just opened yourself a big ol’ can a whoop-ass!
TubaBabe… glad you’re here… now if we can just find a good 'cordion player, a snare drum and a clarinet we’ve got ourselves a Polka Band!!
Hope you know “In Heaven there is no beer.”
Ooo! Pizza! (Since apparently Cowgod isn’t cooking steaks anymore…)
Pass me some of that Everclear…I feel like making a purple Jesus. (So named because it was made with purple Kool-Aid, and the next day you woke up going “Oh Jesus.”)
Hey! Flypsyde! We playing poker here or what? Deal the stinkin’ cards!
“Better people…better food…and better beer!”
-Neil Peart, Rush
Daniel,
What you wanna use my girls to balance bottles for target pratie ? HELL NO !
Look buddy if I unleash these f cups , well I can’t be responsible for what would happen. They have minds of their own. Besides one of them has The Lions name on it !
Who said that ? Look I don’t are if there is room on them for most of you to put your names there, it ain’t happening. Hey wait a damn minute here, whats with the rope ?
:: running from house ::
I WAS GONNA GO GET SOME PRESIDENTE BRADY
BUT FORGET IT.
:: grumble, grumble, damn. I left The Lion there again. ::
Ayesha - Lioness
You sound reasonable. Must be time to up my medication.
Sorry I’m late folks, but I had homework. Now… who wants to help Mr. 97% lower his purity test score?
takes a shot of tequila
Don’t look at me, John.
< Nursing his sunrise >
Deal, already!
You say “cheesy” like that’s a BAD thing.
Hey, POLKA! I got the tuba in the trunk; have axe, will travel!
Um, pay no attention to that AK-47 next to the tuba . . . that’s for later.
your humble TubaDiva
And-a-1-2-3! “In Heaven There Is No Beer. . . come on, everybody!”
uh TubaDiva,
Please please tell me you aren’t going to play that tuba. My son plays one , has for 6 years. Between that and his bass, the sound makes me twitch.
Oh stuff here comes the tie her up and tatoo her group again, Forget what I said , play away, they deserve it.
Ayesha - Lioness
You sound reasonable. Must be time to up my medication.
Are we out of beer… yet again?
“Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.”
Alright, Falcon, don’t get your bra in a twist.
Now, name of the game is 5 card draw, nothing wild.
And incidentally, if Cristi doesn’t stop trying to sneak around my back and get a look down my toga, I shall have to revert to my normal attire.
I open with one flipper.
DB, your bet.
And the problem with small furry animals
in corners is that, just occasionally,
one of them’s a mongoose.
Terry Pratchett, Witches Abroad
Nah, Sue, I hijacked a beer truck to get here. It’s parked in the front. BTW, anyone wanna get their fingerprints… err… fool around with this .45?
-John
Damn it! I’m late!
Don’t tell me there’s no beer.
looks at her cards, takes a large swig out of some bottle sitting on the floor nearby
I’ll see that piece of footwear, and raise you a wristwatch.
Hmmm…my bet now.
::looks down at cards, downs another shot of Tequila::
I’ll see that wristwatch, and raise you…well, hell, my shoes got lost somewhere around here. Either that or they stuck to the floor! So…I’ll raise you a belt.
Oh, and John? C’mere, darlin, and play with us…I’m sure we could help you lower that purity score… < leer >
“Better people…better food…and better beer!”
-Neil Peart, Rush