Oh, man! That is such a syn!!!*kicks the cat*
Oops. That wasn't the cat. Sorry Haggis.
SYN! Where ya been?You idiots hired bouncers? Good greif. I thought you knew better!
*shuffles off*
*kicks the cat*
Oops. That wasn't the cat. Sorry Haggis.
Well ... it would rhyme in Texas anyway.SYN! Where ya been?
Hey. That rhymed.
Save me a spot over there, Syn.Hey Haggis.
Um...If you don't mind Porter, I'll just stand waaaaay over here for now, until you burn that shoe.
Target.By the way everybody ... just put a target up over in query letter hell ... first ever attempt so it'd be nice to hear from some of you more seasoned codgers.
dumb ass?
I know it doesn't rhyme but Texans would never catch on.
Whoa! That's a damned big piece of rock salt!
Better living through chemistry.yowza
Take your pick!
The tall flask on the left is JD; the one on the right is Manhattans, made with traditional rye (Old Overholt); the round one turned up empty last night (OFG, Auntie Vernie - one of you two!!!); and the JD keychain flask on the right is emergency supply. The middle cask is my emergency stash of sake (酒).
Ever tried a JD Manhattan? Whew! It'll curl your panties!
Somebody tell cray to make up some burritos and restock the Crown.
I didn't think anyone would notice...
For a bunch who can't find the door, y'all sure don't seem to have trouble finding the booze.
Sure. You betcha. Yep.Hi Toogrey.
Syn!!! You're a sight for sore eyes!!
Burritos? Those are little donkeys, right?
How does cray make little don.... okay, okay, don't answer that.
And since the hip flasks are out - can I be otherwise and have a G&T please.
*blush* Yeah, well - no more'n eleven months ago, anyway. *blush some more*...Or in Joe Bear's case, the *Honey Pot*
Psssst. Wise up, girl. These old farts have mirrors on their shoes.