The Bar
Ok. I'm up. Sort of. And it's not even noon yet. I blame Joel.Sensei wrote:* Sensei staggers in *
Well, I had planned to write a full expose on tonight's festivities, but my brain won't cooperate. So you'll have to wait to tomorrow (later today, actually) to get the full report. I'll just gloss over the highlights for now...
ReBA and hubby - our gracious hosts
RebA and hubby's most fantastic beer - Playa Pale Ale and Blueberry Ale!
Nothat1 - Sensei has wanted to meet Nothat1 for a long time. Way cool guy.
Rian - Rian was, well, Rian. Like I have to tell you...
Lydia - Lydia was, well, Lydia. We got to see the 'dressed up' Lydia tonight!
I can't fucking believe the Captain bailed on this. I'll have to have a little talk with him.
Sensei go to bed now.
Well actually, I covered it pretty well last night, especially considering I was drunk. Except I didn't say anything about RebA's dress. Now, unlike Rian and the newly single Lydia, our hostess is married so I need to be careful here. The dress was a dark plum little number and quite, uh, well...
Yeah. It was like that...
Don't believe Sensei? Ask Rian. She's got the pics. And you know Sensei hates to keep rubbing all your noses in it, but guess who's got a sixer of RebA & hubby's finest brew in their fridge right now?
All you guys should seriously consider moving up here. I'll save a spot for you. RSVP.
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greetings worshippers of tisha's cyber bar. I knew thiis would happen to me sooner or later, I've turned into a giant bottle of Jägermeister...proof that intentionality is more powerful than we think.....somehow I will try to go on my sunday run looking like a giant green bottle.
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WOODROW!!!!!! JESUS H. CHRIST!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK????!!!!! GIMME THAT!!!!! (Unscrews lid, pulls out the poor, limp, little guy) WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED???
WHO DID THIS?????
Hey, boss.... what's happening.... hey, where's all the wimmin?? What'd I miss... Where's Fishy? She's fun!!! I got the full tour of her insides, and wound up in the women's shitter. You know how much fun that was!!??
Looking up at.... well, you know! Hey, I'm salty!!! Must have been the fish!! I tried talking to the pickled eggs, but they were pretty pickled!! Tee Hee!!!! Hey! I'm pretty pickled myself... WHEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
You little fucker!!! You had me worried.... Shit... dammit!!!! Back in the pants....
WHO DID THIS?????
Hey, boss.... what's happening.... hey, where's all the wimmin?? What'd I miss... Where's Fishy? She's fun!!! I got the full tour of her insides, and wound up in the women's shitter. You know how much fun that was!!??
You little fucker!!! You had me worried.... Shit... dammit!!!! Back in the pants....
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Thanks, Cowboy... I just may do that... the little feller's asleep now, but he told me all about it.... seems he had quite an adventure.... running around with Nipples and someone else (I couldn't figure out who; he doesn't make sense sometimes). It seems they slipped over to Kristy Kreme's site and made friends with some of the girls ( he kept mentioning someone named Miranda at Kit Kat, and Samantha at Moonlight) and, although Nipples didn't seem to indulge, Woodrow sure as hell did.
Then it was back to the bar just in time to get swallowed by Cryptofishist while she was downing gummy worms by the finful. It appears that he was trying to snake some away from her pile, but after a full night of, ummm... exercize, Woodrow was very tired, slow, and about the same size and color as a gummy worm. Well, he got mixed into the pile, and down he went! (By the way, Fishy, he says that you don't need any internal exams this year: everything seems to be working fine. And, I'm not upset... he got himself into this...you know how dicks can be.) After being taken on a tour of Fishy's alamentary canal, he plopped out into the ladies toliet. He said he had to swim like hell not to get flushed, but he says he's got a good strong stroke (he does) and it never was a problem. When he figured out where he was, the little guy just lay there in the shadows to see who came by. The rest is just .... well, private stuff. ..... Nevermind.
I'm not quite sure who fished him out and stuck him in the pickled egg jar, but he was saying something about an eye patch.... hmmmm.... who could that be?
But, he's back, he's asleep, and I don't know if I want to let him go to the bar by himself anymore. He used to get me into trouble years ago, but I thought he was over all that crap... I guess not.
Anyway... I'll have a double club soda, and maybe a pickled egg... but I think I'll check out reeeeeeeal careful first. There's no telling who might be having the same problem.
Then it was back to the bar just in time to get swallowed by Cryptofishist while she was downing gummy worms by the finful. It appears that he was trying to snake some away from her pile, but after a full night of, ummm... exercize, Woodrow was very tired, slow, and about the same size and color as a gummy worm. Well, he got mixed into the pile, and down he went! (By the way, Fishy, he says that you don't need any internal exams this year: everything seems to be working fine. And, I'm not upset... he got himself into this...you know how dicks can be.) After being taken on a tour of Fishy's alamentary canal, he plopped out into the ladies toliet. He said he had to swim like hell not to get flushed, but he says he's got a good strong stroke (he does) and it never was a problem. When he figured out where he was, the little guy just lay there in the shadows to see who came by. The rest is just .... well, private stuff. ..... Nevermind.
I'm not quite sure who fished him out and stuck him in the pickled egg jar, but he was saying something about an eye patch.... hmmmm.... who could that be?
But, he's back, he's asleep, and I don't know if I want to let him go to the bar by himself anymore. He used to get me into trouble years ago, but I thought he was over all that crap... I guess not.
Anyway... I'll have a double club soda, and maybe a pickled egg... but I think I'll check out reeeeeeeal careful first. There's no telling who might be having the same problem.
The revolutionary does not grow up because he cannot grow, while the creative individual cannot grow up because he keeps growing ~~ Eric Hoffer
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attention Rabbitt.......step over here for a real mannnnnly drink....some Teutonic tonic (Jägermeister of course) it'll grow massive quantities of chest hair for you! and increase your pugilistic tendencies
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