I ain't on the list.
Are you f*****' nuts, Bear?
Don't you ever post a thread like this and leave me out again or I'll print it out and throw up on it.
Jesus Christ! He's going out to get loaded and I'm not invited.
What is this world coming to?
of course you're invited Frank. Being from Jersey, you'll know where to bury the bodies.....
Hey BP - OK if I bring some mates?
These fellows also know that if you meet a rabbit and you ask them if they know how to get **** out of fur, then yo................. <joke disabled by PoorTasteFilteringSoftware>
Way too many to mention, but those that come to mind at the moment are:
Slappy
Gus
Bear
dlowan
and so many more :-)
But then I'm not a guy.
Can I come? It's been a while since I let my hair down and hung from the chandeliers.
Can we play trapeze artist as I dance on the tables??
Oh, this sounds like a blast.
I think you people are losing the true meaning of this post. We don't want to go out drinking and do the normal stuff... throw darts, sip beer, laugh, exchange pleasantries. Screw that!
We're gonna' burn the friggin' town to the ground. We're gonna break sh- and laugh hysterically as the citizenry flee for their lives. We'll have pits dug around the perimeter of the town, camouflaged pits with spikes in the bottom. We'll laugh our asses off as the citizens fall into the pits and are impaled on the stakes.
We'll pour boiling oil on the survivors. Then... we bring out the friggin' torches. Burn everything! (except the booze and drugs)
Then we'll stand there, watching the town burn to the ground, smiles on our faces. And then.... on to the next town.
Ahhhhh. The good life.
TROGDOR!
TROGDOR!
Trogdor was a man...
No wait...he was a dragon-man...
Or maybe he was just a dragon...
But he was still TROGDOR!
TROGDOR!
TROGDOR!
Burninating the countryside!
Burninating the peasants!
Burninating all the people
in their thatched-roof cottages!
THATCHED-ROOF COTTAGES!
and the Trogdor comes in the NNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!
Obviously you people have no idea what I'm capable of. Allow me to introduce myself.
I'm a woman of wealth and taste. I've been around for a long, long year. Stole many a man's soul and faith and I was 'round when Jesus Christ had his moment of doubt and pain. Made damn sure that Pilate, washed his hands and sealed his fate.
I stuck around St. Petersburg when I saw it was a time for a change, killed the czar and his ministers and Anastasia screamed in vain. I rode a tank
held a general's rank. When the blitzkrieg raged
and the bodies stank I watched with glee
while your kings and queens, fought for ten decades for the gods they made
I shouted out,
"Who killed the Kennedys?"
When after all it was you and me
And I've laid traps for troubadours who get killed before they reached Bombay
(woo woo, who who)
Just as every cop is a criminal and all the sinners saints, as heads is tails - Just call me Ceili
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
So if you meet me have some courtesy, have some sympathy, and some taste. Use all your well-learned politesse or I'll lay your soul to waste.
Pleased to meet you.
Lothar of the Hill People
My song, Ceili, my song.
Oops, don't we need a chicks night out?
Be wary of strong drink. It can make you shoot at tax collectors... and miss.
--Robert A. Heinlein
To drink
To drink
Perchance to barf...
I think Cav has started without us.
NO CHICKS???!!!
Include me out!
I don't go nowhere -- don't do nothing -- where there ain't no chicks!
Well...Ceili brought up Lothar, so she can come.
