The Irish Jedi has posted!

<--- Just posting to stop the repetition of gonks.

 

Good point. It maxed out anyway, so when I get my hands on another one, I'll follow your advice.

 

BTW The Irish Jedi has posted again.

 

Are you seeing pink elephants in tutus also? How many fingers am I holding up?

 

Pyrus, Pyrus ... how many times do I have to go through this with you?
You see, the bar tab you and Red picked up ... sure, the Howlrunner told you it was mine, but as in all things there are more details. You see, yes the $450,000 tab was under my name and was accumulated by my drinking (and misc. damages to the bar of course) but what he didn't tell you was that earlier that week I had picked up the bar tab for Ishi Tib, which was approximately fifteen grand. Now only two days earlier I had to spring Doikk out of lock down because he got caught with a couple of pounds of pure Corellian hash. That cost me a good $200,000.00. So when I called to collect on Ishi and Doikk they informed me that Paul owed them both about a hundred grand each due to some strange bet involving ranch dressing and a cattle prod. So, desperate to pay my excessive bar tab I approached Paul and told him to pay up. Paul told me he would be glad to pay, but unfortunatly Stinrab owed him around $320,000 for damages to Paul's favorite T-shirt. So, remaining ever diligent, I tracked down Stinrab in a brothel in Kuala Lumpur and told him the deal. He laughed, remembering "the T-shirt" incident with fondness, then told me that Howlrunner owed him a cool $500,000 for "bogus cosmetic surgery". When I asked further he replied that "certain things were supposed to be larger, and suffice it to say they ****ing ain't!" With less than no desire to press the issue, I fled Kuala Lumpur as fast as my drunken celtic legs would take me.
Here, I'll change paragraphs for you. It's getting long. Soooo .... I found Howlrunner at the cantina, where this whole mess started. I told Howlrunner of the situation, and that I needed the dough. However, he produced the bartab for you and Red3, which roughly equaled about $600,000. He said, "I'll knock off your bill off of theirs, but they gotta pay". So if I were you, I'd pay that tab. It's just not good to let those things sit, you know.

 

don't forget to tip the wench

 

Don't talk about Red's mom like that.

 

At least my mom get tips...

Irish, don't make me go get that picture of you and Janet Reno.....Besides, I maxed out Tellestos's VISA-card. Pyrus, you still got TK's Mastu..I mean MasterCard?

Jole, only when the stuff is coming from you.

 

Yeah, my mom barely gets any $$$.

 

I'll tell you, Irish posts and ancient people just come crawling out of the wookwork! What is it with the guy? I mean, sure he's a Celt, but there are OTHER Celts, too. And sure, he's a pretty good writer, and nearly made me go for my grandma's Depends when I read that account of his bar-tab adventures, but heck, he's just another old JC member! I just don't get what the big deal is... *snorts in mild derision*

 

Hey... I live pretty near Kuala Lumpur (I live in Singapore, and KL is the capital of Malaysia, so does howlie)... So what ruckus were you all creating there such that there was no news of it in the Singapore papers???

 

I resent being referred to as ancient. I have my Viagra.

Your mother wouldn't be blond by any chance, MCW?

 

Nope. She's brunette.

 

You're right, Red, I can't call anyone here ancient. Dated, maybe, but not ancient.

Okay, not everyone would be "dated" either, but I'm pleading the fifth on that one!

 

I'd say most of us are, well seasoned. (Or degenerates, whatever suits...)

That might be your problem right there, MCW...

 

If she bleaches it might go through the skull to da brain.

 

I always wondered how long it took Irish to recover from a bender.

 

Maybe Irish avoids hangovers by staying drunk.

 

Too. Many. Oldbies. In. A. Single. Thread.

 

Glad I paid my tab a long time ago. I don't think I could stand the abuse.

Hey, Howl. Nothing wrong with us oldies. If it wasn't for us, the mod possisions would be filled with a bunch of newbies... oh wait they already are. Nevermind.

 

Oh my God!
Did IWMIL steal your password, Admiral? Cause that was the funniest post you've ever been associated with.

 

ROFL - That was pretty vicious, uh, Vicious...

 

Jan, everybody came back to see if I was dead by now. Well they can piss off, eh! Too Irish to die, to drunk to try! That's what me da always said. At least I think he did. I could never understand tha' sodding old man. "Aye' me ol' sun, would ye carin' ta' begoin' to tha' haberdashery?" I mean what the hell does that mean?

 

True. I thought he'd passed out underneath a bench and was eaten by the birds.

 

Me da or me? Cause' tha' old man was actually eaten by the largest stampede of rabid fire ants in history. I think it was on "Real TV". I don't know, I was watching "Who Wants to Marry a Millionaire?". What a great show it was, too.