Darn that writing. Its so time consuming! You should write a book in mime. I dare you.
Stop laughing.
Stop laughing.
Congrats, Greg!
*seconds the request for opening the bar*
Wait--the drinks cost in here?
I thought they were always on the house.
I thought they were always on the house.
Erm...Just pm me and I'll give you my address so you can get that squared up pronto.
In the Escher wing of the bar, the drinks are on the ceiling.
That may have been it. I was near Vegas at the time. But it wasn't in Vegas proper. There was a hound dog, too. If that helps.There was a bar in a documentary with bills stuck to the walls... People signed dollar notes and stuck them up when they visited. Hmm. Gonna have to look that up again. I *think* it was a Vegas place named in the show...
Night, night. Get some sleep.Okay, that's all I can take for now.
Come see me. No one EVER comes here.
God, don't remind me. It was air hockey.but you never bought that foozeball table. Or was it a pool table? Either way, you didn't or more people would be visiting.
okay, okay I'll visit. er...Where's 'here' exactly?
God, don't remind me. It was air hockey.
*cries over the air hockey table*
I saw another one for sale the other day on Craigslist and almost got it...
But...I have other stuff.
Like a really fun puppy.
Oh--I sound like Ted, now.