That’s right, 5’11 inches, 170 pounds of swaggering ass whuppin manmeat. And I am not unfamiliar with Tyke Juan Doe either…I have also dabbled in jew jit so. Not that I need it. So feeling froggy? Jump on out there I got somethin for yo ass. I ain’t scared of the mods or Cecil either. ( very much)
So it’s Saturday night and I am drunk on cheap Champagne so wath??? wanna make something of that two?
Goddammmit I think I am falling over backwardsss…shiiii
Oh yeah? Well I had sex with your wife! HA!
You poor bastard
yeah well, I am the bastard who kept your former manager alive for an extended time.
The marvels of modern medicine.
I will take it all back if your willing to share a few more bottles of cheap wine.
Weren’t you drunk on Asti Spumanti or something last month?
fraid so…had a nip last night too
Instead of drinking cheap-ass wine and becoming a sloppy and belligerant drunk, why don’t you drink Single malt scotch or expensive wine or even Martinis ferchrissake? That way you can be a cultured and snooty drunk, and just snub people instead of beating them up.
I’m drunk on beer.
Whips and chains or just barehanded? That will determine my preference.
I don’t think you want to tangle with me, aha.
I studies martial arts under…wait for it…no, not Bruce Lee.
Ready?
Cur Lee.
That’s right.
Nyuk, nyuk.
Poke , slap, boink!
Scylla…not a bad idea…
Silo way to go…( lifting another glass) here’s looking up your old addresses
Glad to help. I also hear that cheap wine gives you hell to pay in terms of hangovers. If there’s any truth to that than there’s another reason.
Wally if you weren’t such a nice guy I would beat the bejesus outa you for that one…
Dammit ultress you know what it does to me when you say whips and chains
haha you’d lose. I’ve got size, strength, youth, and perpetual endurance.
So tape up and grab some cortizone, I’m gonna give you a trouncing you won’t soon forget!!
pops knuckles
Yah but I’m drunk and you can’t whip a drunk…
You asked for it…
(Andyroo slaps aha in face with glove)
I DEMAND SATISFACTION!!! Flamewar at dawn Sunday morning. You can’t beat me mutha***** I went to f**king public school. Get your Cecil-ass-kissing face into the BBQ Pit and prepare to have your facial hair singed off your face by my witty remarks.
“The sun burned them, but they swam on its surface”
Can a rank newbie wade into this brawl with impunity, or will I have to slap down every weasel in here?
—Normally, I’d stay in a corner hurling invective (and an occasional bottle or mug), but tonight I’m drinking cheap beer and feeling a little -er- anxious… (All the Laphroaig is over at the GF’s house, as is the GF) … (dammit)
–at least I’ll commit the mayhem competently, as I’m hell on wheels with a chair leg or bar stool but I’ll table my remarks if you insist.
peace, love, carnage & contradiction
I’ll take you on aha. Maybe you can whip my ass, maybe you can’t but hopefully I won’t have to apologize later and then be told I whined in my apology. However if you start an aha Hag dopers club I will whip your ass for sure.
Very good grasshopper…now for your final test…
Can you finish the bottle???
striking the crane position