Okay...who opened the back door?

I mean, we've got mods everywhere! Eating our food, drinking our....fruit juice.

And get off my special chair!

 

Yeah! What the hell is goin' on here?!?! I say if they're gonna drink and eat our ****, they need to pitch-in themselves. Mods or no....there are no free-loaders here...

 

Well, they are mods and they do have ban ability....

I guess they can have some of the food.

But get outta my chair!

 

No. We can share for abit...but then they need to pitch-in.

 

Pitch in?! They should be bringing all the proper accoutrements for our little house.

1. Beer
2. Chips
3. Burgers
4. Chocolate

 

I concur

 

I brought some . . . whipped cream . . .

 

That wasn't on the list.

 

Everybody likes whipped cream!

Why is Sammy looking at me like that? [face_dubious]

 

Sammy just wants to make sure that 1. You don't use the whipped cream on him and 2. You don't steal his Pabst.

 

I'm not interested in stealing Pabst! I'm interested in stealing hearts. . .

 

That's too bad...cuz I've already stolen them. They belong to me. I own them. They're mine! My own! My precioussss....



= Pabst

 

So I see a lot of vacated rooms in this house. What, rent too high?

If anyone wants me I'll be upstairs taking a bath.

 

Too bad B'omarr isn't here anymore, or else you could expect him... in the bathtub.

 

Wow. I like the fact that all our houseguests are hot guys.

Bath jp? Don't use my special bubble bath. Unless you want to smell like lavendar.

Oh yeah...don't use John's bathtub...it's still filled with gravy.

 

"Wow. I like the fact that all our houseguests are hot guys. "


I don't.


//cracks a Pabst and goes outside//

 

Duly noted, K.

B'omarr's been in that bath, huh?

Maybe I'll just dab myself down with a damp flannel.


Edit. Why is it I only ever spot typos during the 2 second limbo period once I've hit "submit"?

 

I bet you don't, Sammy.

 

Where are Bria...and FlamingSword....and Jedi_Mind_Trick...and all of the lovely "higher-up" babes when you need them?





//sorrowfully chugs his Pabst//


Ah! Ole reliable!


//hops into his hammock and slips into oblivion//

 

Well, you'll have to be content with Jenny and me.

 

Sounds good to me...


//purrs like the lion that he is//





//chugs more of said Pabst//

 

See? It's all good.

Now...who's firing up the barbeque because I'm hungry.

 

****....I'm from the BYS, Kate!


[Jay]Look who yer askin'...[/Jay]


//chugs more Pabst and fires-up the BBQ Pit//

 

Go to it man!