Social Hooper McFinney's RPF Bar & Grille 6.0 " Your liver can?t repel alcoholic drinks of that magnitude!"

I was. I just felt like commenting.

 

I think your priorities are a bit off in this post.

 

I second that.

 

*turns on sports*

 

Grabs a beer and puts his feet up on the bar.

 

I died a little inside when I found out, to be honest.

 

mmmm...vikings

 

So it is true that Richard Wright passed away. I did not find out till very late yesterday. Well, I will put another brick in the wall for him.

As long you all do not say nothing to the DOT, I think having a whisky and cool-aid does sound good to me.

 

Grabs some more beer and starts throwing knives at everyone else.

 

* Narrowly dodging a knife, he pulls out his reloaded vulcan and opens fire at Supernova_I*

Trying to mourn the loss of a great musician, here. Sheesh.

 

*restarts the damage counter*

 

I'll be putting Echoes on repeat all day in honour of decent music dying a slow death...remember, all we have to do, is to keep...talking.

 

*Dives over the bar, dragging the barkeep with him*

Hey, can't have the barkeep knifed to hell can we? Ow...

*notices the knife in his leg, pulls it out, pours some vodka on it to sterilize it, then takes a swig and passes it down*

 

*Catches knife and examines it* Nice blade, thanks.

No, the bar keep has to have at least one knife wound for the books.

 

Oy, fights and injuries suddenly starting up left and right these days <.< Don't feel like sticking around for this, especially with having to start the school week again tomorrow! *crawls away, avoiding the knives and other stuff flying around and goes to the safe haven that is his bed to sleep through the craziness*

 

And he thinks he is safe. *Pours a little liquer on the bed foot and lights it.*

 

*Shakes head disapprovingly*

Alcohol fires don't burn very hot, you need something a bit more intense.

*Presses a button on his vulcan, firing some napalm directly in front of the alcohol fire*

And now, we wait.

 

*just sleeps away as the fire just seems to die instantly before a little hologram appears at the foot of his bed*

Rule 6: *No harming The Staff in any way!

Zzzzzzzz

 

Screw the rules I have money!

*Fires a missile at the bed*

(+100 darthramza points if you know where the quote's from)

 

Is +100 darthramza points worth anything, because it sounds familair. (ms)

I play as a Sith, so what rules?

 

YU-GI-OH!!!!!!


hehehe

(The Quote, that is...)


Grabs her favorite pot of coffee..and a bottle of rum, and heads out to bouncy castle....

 

Well, I was looking for "Yu-Gi-Oh! The Abridged Series" but, eh, Ktala gets the darthramza points.

Which I invented solely to see if anyone could win them. How existential.

*Looks down at his vulcan*

By the way, Thok, how much does my damage bill come out to?

 

I Don't want no darthramza points, all I want are my friggin BEARS to win more than one stupid game in the space of two weeks!

 

*Goes crosseyed as a knife sticks into the thin veil of reality between himself and the rest of Hoopers.*

At last, an example of a cloud having a silver lining.

*Stomach rumbles, as separated from food too.*

 

*hits a button from his desk, and watches darthramza get ejected from his bar*

Now now...play nice. No harming my employee's.