It’s Friday. I got tequila, I got beer, I got vodka, I got fresh limes. I got anything else you could possibly want. What’ll ya have?
That’s right. It’s a party. This one is for the mods who keep us in line and steer us towards productive posting. This is for the administrators who clean up our messes and do their best to keep the place nice. This is for the technical staff who keeps the roof over our heads from leaking. This is for Ed Zotti and the Chicago Reader who built this lovely house for us to play in. You have been working so hard for this. Now take a break, kick your shoes off and have a drink. You don’t even have to keep your pants on in here.
Dopers! Come one, come all. Raise a pint and toast the Lords of the SDMB!
In exactly one hour, I shall take my newspaper and walk to the pub at the end of my street. I shall sit in one of the ultra-comfy leather sofas, and I shall raise a pint glass of chilled Guinness. Of course, I was planning on doing this anyway, regardless of the SDMB.
MagicalSilverKey, they deserve the best you can offer. If Arbor Mist is what you got, Arbor Mist is what you offer.
The goal here is to get the Lords and Ladies of the SDMB wrecked as fast as possible at all costs and by any means necessary. If we have to employ kidnapping and sneaky tricks with ether, that’s the way it’s gotta be.
Watch it, ponch. Ya gotta make sure that you’re not too looped before our guests of honor arrive. It’s not exactly flattering to raise a glass and offer an incomprehensible toast while lying on the floor with your pants around you ankles.
Shots of cold (from the freezer) Absolut, followed by a spoonful of beluga! Now dem’s good eatns! Two to three shots put most people in a friendly mood. 5 - 6 will get you roaring, 7 - 9 is only for the very experienced.
The biggest problem? That beluga is awful expensive, may have to substitute a Vlassic Pickle!!
Man, getting off to a great start - weekend should be nice.
Thanks, tradesilicon! I was feelin’ a little dry. Now, let me pour one for you from my reserve stock. This is the stuff that’ll bring a tear to your eye and make you want to thank your mother for life.
We couldn’t wait for the west coast contingent to get outa bed, Demo. We’ve got serious drinkin’ to do. Now, here, have another shot. You’re a little behind.