So, two Colt 45s for the “Fortified Ale” drinkers, and a 55-gallon drum of Long Islands for Oredigger and myself. Anyone else needs anything, they can trip over me and get it.
I feel so left out.
Here’s mah spr bottel f Arber Mist. Th’s stuff really packs a puunch.
Boo-urns. Oh well, time to break out the schnapps.
The Night is young, and so am I!
Woo!
So… anyone up for Scrabble?
I have updated the Google Doc, and granted access to rexnervous. If anybody else wants access, feel free to request it. (If you don’t have a gmail / google account, PM or email me your email address; my address is in my profile.)
Sorry to see november go so quietly, and come up Town too. We hardly knew you.
I love Scrabble! Let’s do it!
I’ve emailed you my email address to gain access the the Google Doc.
Thanks 
What can I say? I’m an optimist at heart…
Anybody dead in here?
I’m still alive. (AFAIK)
I’m not dead yet.
Just hungover.
When is the Night vote published, anyway?
…what night vote?
I think he means the Night kill. I was wondering about that too.
Obviously, it’s the vote to extend night for one more day so we can drink more.
Yeah, he just meant night “results” I think. I believe we find out tomorrow(Sunday) around noon, right?
You know it’s a dull Night when the lynchee doesn’t even show up to haunt the bar.
Oooh! Scrabble! And drunkenness? It’s on.
Can I play dirty words in this Scrabble game?
Can I have another Loooong Island Iced Tea, please?
Long Island Ice Tea is long.
I need some Scrabble help. What can I spell with the letters I-A-M-T-O-W-N?
This game certainly is hard when you are knocking back the vodka like this. NO, I didn’t say take the bottle!
Hey, I know we aren’t allowed to talk strategy during the Night, but I just had an idea. Shhh! we need to keep from that big meanie pedescribe…
Every Night, we each consume a vast amount of rat poison. Then, when the wolves eat someone, they are doubly poisoned!
Shhh!
What? No, I was complaining about the service here. What happened to my vodka?