*gives Jaycinth, Cassie, Reg, ToT, Kaylea, PD, Gail, Kelly, Angie, Cella, Nina, Swachski, and Bettie Lee each a cup of coffee. Then places three platters of donuts, muffins, and bagels on the bar*
Tickets! I got tickets to the race of the week! Who reaches 30K first? Will there be a Schmoo battle to end all Schmoo battles?
Come find out!
We have liquid courage if you don't feel you can stomach it without the beverage!
GOOOD MORNIN !!!
I feel .. filthy
CassandraW;7127119 Well said:Corroded Screw ....
Is that something from volume 2 of the Kama Sutra?
Corroded Screw ....
Is that something from volume 2 of the Kama Sutra?
Good golly, it's slow in here today. I come in yesterday and the day before and the place is jumpin - now - nothing.
What happened???
Yes, of course ... anything to help a real lady.
Is that where the corroded screw is?
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Get those bar stools while you're at it. Thanks.
Do you want the spitoon too?
Well, I'm thinking Haggis and Reg are in a stand-off, each refusing to post lest they tip over the 30K mark and catapult the Cabaret into nuclear war.
SR is in England, where they don't have internet yet.
Pfft... Haggis did the same thing when he hit 20k... he just kept deleting his other previous posts so he'd never go over.
Silent Rob is in Jarmany, unless I missed something last night.
I can't believe that's true. Such cowardice would be unworthy of a native Buffalonian. Haggis, you've dealt with lake effect snow, for dawg's sake. You can deal with being a tiny adorable kitten for a day. Man up and get out here, before I find my shotgun and make you get out here.
Besides, *sniff, sniff* I miss you.
Someday, I'm gonna have 11,000 posts!
But not today.
Just what the hell is going on in here?? Where is the bar? WHERE IS THE BOOZE? I am going to close my eyes and count to three, and then if everything is not right back where it belongs, I'm calling Jaycinth to come and deal with the lot of you. You do NOT want to see what happens when a booze-fueled fairy finds all her booze has been stolen.
Pfft. I took all the booze, so she's fresh outta fuel, ain't she? And she can't come out until sunset, so we've got oceans of time. We can sell all the stuff and be clear across the state before she knows what hit her.
Besides, she don't care about the furniture. She just blew it to shmithereens the other day. Worse comes to worse, I'll give back the liquor. Some of it, anyway.
*pulls bottle of Knob Creek out of thigh holster and hands it to Angie*
Now have a drink and chillax, already.