Wait a minute, if Bill joins the party , he can pardon all of us for anything we do !
No, I don’t like him, but I’ll use him as a get out of jail free card anyday.
Somebody pass me that bottle of 151, I need a shot of it.
Ayesha - Lioness
There are two solutions to every problem : the wrong one, and mine
(Thomas A. Edison)
Ayesha, forget that stuff. I have a bottle of Chardonnay here.
An amusing little wine, although I must confess that I’m somewhat perplexed by its pretentious overtones of complexity.
A nice finish, although the body and boquet lack the robustness of a northern slope vine.
Don’t just take a slug from the bottle, barbarian! I have long stemmed glasses. That bottle cost me $3.00. It’s imported. From California.
Look at the vintage. Monday.
This space for rent.
:::climbs to the top of the ambulance and perches on his big, black “trash bag”:::
Ahh…the cool breeze through my hair…the drugs and alcohol flowing through my veins…SWEET SMELL OF FREEDOM!
:::stands up quickly and beats the bag quickly with the butt of his shotgun:::
Stop moving in there!..I mean…damn, the garbage is getting pretty lumpy…WHERE’S MY TEQUILA?
:::sighs and puts on his broken and bloody black sunglasses:::
That’s it for Wally, come on guys, help me pour some of ths real booze down his throat.
Oh stop gagging Wally, we are only trying to teach you to drink like a man ! See like this
:: takes bottle of 151, sucks down half of it in one shot :: See ? Thats the way to do it !
We’ll keep his cheap assed wine, maybe if we mix it with some peppermint schnaps it’ll be worth drinking !
:: Walks off singing “Man, I feel like a woman” ::
Ayesha - Lioness
There are two solutions to every problem : the wrong one, and mine
(Thomas A. Edison)
Philistines! Have you no grace? No elegance? Are there no workhouses? Are there no laws to protect the sensibilities of a man of refinement?
Slurp. Smack. Hey, that 151 is good stuff! Ayesha, you have opened my eyes. I am tasting the nectar of Zeus!
Gimme some more of that. Watch you don’t spill it! Every drop is precious. I said gimme… hey…leggo. You can have the wine.
This space for rent.
Hey, somebody got a match for Wally?
Dopeler effect:
The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly.
A math for Wally ? Uh, my a
Never mind, UncleBeer, I wouldn’t touch that one with somebody else’s 10 foot pole.
Ayesha - Lioness
There are two solutions to every problem : the wrong one, and mine
(Thomas A. Edison)
the perfect description of people who drink t-kill-ya
Look, I realize my last rewiring job left something to be desired, (what with the explosion and all) but I bet I could rig the junk from the radio station onto the truck and we could have our own mobile radio station.
We could convince the National Guard that this was all a publicity stunt and then quietly flee the country.
What do you guys think?
Hey! What are you guys doing with that 151? Don’t tell me you’re actually drinking that stuff! What a waste! Here, let me show you what you’re really supposed to do with it.
:::pours 151 generously over left hand, lights a match, and sets hand on fire:::
See that beautiful blue flame? Isn’t that pretty? No, it doesn’t hurt. This is the hand I set fire to back at Unc’s house. The nerves are already dead. Now, is there any Cuervo around? That’s the drinkin’ stuff!
A capital idea, John. Pull over, guys, and let John do his stuff.
Huh? Oh, I’m driving. Wasn’t paying attention.
Cristi, please don’t burn the 151 on your hand. You’re supposed to drink it and it burns in your stomach.
Unless you’d like a splash of Chardonnay? An amusing little wine.
This space for rent.
A Black Helicopter suddenly appears from behind some trees.
“You in the ambulance. This is (pause for dramatic effect) Channel 88! We want to sign you guys up to our new concept show ‘The worst drivers in the World - Live!’ Just think of the pulling power …errrr… audience rating we could share. And best of all - we’ll pay you in beer and snacks so you don’t pay tax on your earnings!!”
Meanwhile a distant figure has appeared behind the ambulance. Could it be a pssd-*ff dude on a motorbike?
In the bathtub of history, the truth is harder to hold than the soap… (Pratchett)
But Wally, if it burns in my stomach, you can’t see the pretty blue fire.
And hey, who’s the twitchy guy with the lumpy trashbag on the roof? He seems pleasant enough, but he just looked a bit weirded out when I lit up my hand. I hope I didn’t freak him out too much. I wonder if he’s got any food in that bag.
Check out the helicopter! Those news dudes just don’t give up, do they? I hope they know what they’re doing. They’re getting a little close to those power lines.
Hey… Where is SqrlClb and Matt!
Oh wait… This is GUY stuff… Nevermond!
::Sucks on Cristi’s flaming hand::
Yum… 151 Flambeau!
Yer pal,
Satan
Uhhhhh…have I had too much to drink, or is that Beelzebub, sucking on my hand?
Get thee behind me, Satan! No really. There’s chips and dip right over there.
I think we oughta go back to the TV studio & fetch Satan… he was actually trying to sign up for the next Geraldo: “Jilted via E-mail.The Modern Dear Johns-Face to Face”. He was waving an airline ticket and saying her airfare was on him…We can’t let him do that y’all.
No, we can’t let him do that. Geraldo’s shows are evil. Let me reiterate… *eeevvvillll.[\i]
Shweep-flee-bang boozlie. Um…don’t ask, I’m not sure why I just did that.
WHOOOOOEEEEEE!!! The magic of synchronistic posting! Speak of summoning up the debbil—Never underestimate the power of Satan!
So who’s that up in the Black USscare helicopter?
*The burnt, dented android on the bike closed the distance. It’s red eyes glowed brighter as it analyzed it’s prey.
The convoy of vehicles had grown. The machine calculated the most effecient(sp) trajectories as it raised its Uzi.
Suddenly, with a loud howl, a burnt, bald cat-thing leaped out of the ambulance that was at the rear of the parade of vehicles. It latched onto the face of the cyborg, causing it to fall off the motorcycle.
The android tumbled along the highway at 100 miles per hour, finally flying off the side of the road, and smacking into a tree.
A mumbled “ouch” was the only sound to be heard…*
You say “cheesy” like that’s a BAD thing.
Ooh, an android… look!!
I wonder if it dances…