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Cellar Brawl
lumberjim enters.
lumberjim picks up wooden cane back chair lumberjim breaks chair over griff's back as he sips his sasparilla |
say friend, you got any more of that good sasparilla?
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Griff recovers.
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lumberjim ducks under a pool queue wielded by pete and performs a leg sweep on classicman.
classicman lands ass first in a full spatoon |
Whips out his saber and gives LJ a vasectomy. :eek:
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puts a band-aid on his bean bag
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"Just like a Dwellar, to bring a chair to a table fight," shouts Griff as he claps the beanbag between table tops. Griff seeks out a fresh bottle and pulls a chair up to Bri's table.
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"fuck off goat boy!", Bri exclaims as she slides closer to her professor.
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"Sorry miss, I'll leave you and your syphillic grand-dad be." Griff seeks out a seat against the wall facing the door.
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Oh what the hell. Throws empty beer bottle at LJ Throws ashtray at Griff Finds a baseball and throws it at Classic (since he threw one at me in chat) :bolt: :hide: |
UT picks up his drinks, his fellow dwellars' drinks, and wanders through the brawl unscathed to the exit, a la Cyrano Jones in The Trouble With Tribbles.
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Limey gives the swinging door a sly kick behind UT so that it whaps him on the bahouchie (Scots for bottie) and he staggers forwards flinging drinks as he goes ...
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..."I'll have that" says Dana as a bottle of beer flies through the air and lands in her hand. "Thanks UT".
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"My beverages!" moans UT.
ZenGum is flattened by a boomarang ashtray. |
Damn, I shouldn't have tried to catch it with my teeth.
I hate the taste of ashtrays. You know Bri, from here on the floor, I can see right up your skirt. |
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