The New Jedi Outcasts! - All Are Welcome

*Kisses Ceaser until he's breathless*

 

I guess so, Jessie. That was one good, satisfying scream...

*walks over to Lank, removes his ear muffs*

It's okay, Luv. We're through...*hugs him*

*goes to post.*

 

*hugs* Oh good. No offense, but I'm not ready to go deaf yet.

Oh Jessie? Tag.

 

*pours Sel a Guinness and Jessie a whiskey sour*

*pours himself a Guinness too*




Go n-ithe an cat thú is go n-ithe an diabhal an cat.

 

*jumps on Jon and bites the crap outta him*

 

*kicks back and drinks a Coke*

 

Ooohhh.. Do it again, Michelle.





Go n-ithe an cat thú is go n-ithe an diabhal an cat.

 

*Slaps Jon silly*

 

*grabs her drink, takes a sip and then finds Lank*

Now what will you be having today? Plaits? pigtails? some osrt of neoclassical beehive? Either way you're tagged my friend!

 

*pops back in from RP*

TAG, Michelle....

Guinness!!! Thanks, Jon....

*scarfs half the glassful*

*starts a single french braid in Lank's hair - straight down the back.*

Very classy....

 

Pigtails?

Interesting...

 

*walks in, goes behind bar, shivs Jon, takes Jon's wallet, leaves*

 

Tag Jess. How'd you like the Pippi Longstocking 'do?

Josh, get back here! Jon still owes me money!

 

*gets behind a ma deuce and unloads a 2km-long belt of .50cal ammunition into Josh*

*gets his wallet back*




Go n-ithe an cat thú is go n-ithe an diabhal an cat.

 

*watches his clone get shot full of .50cal ammunition, takes Jon's wallet, tosses some money to Lank, leaves*

 

* everyone*

I just felt like everyone needed a hug...

 

ey all i dotn ahve to work tomorrow like i originally thought so ill be on for a bit tonighht....

 

*reads ^ twice to make sure she has it right.*

j/k

Hey! That's great, Zan!

 

*sends out a nano-bot virus to attack and deconstruct everyone with Josh's genetic code all over the universe*

*gets his wallet back*

Quit stealing my ****ing wallet, plz. kthxbye.




Go n-ithe an cat thú is go n-ithe an diabhal an cat.

 

GTHOTB, dienowthxbye.

*borrows Jon's wallet*

 

*watches the mayhem, helps himself to a root beer*

 

it seems that everytime i come here my intelligence drops jsut a few points

 

*throws random people out the window*

 

*sets off the bomb in his wallet*

*goes on a bank-robbing spree to get his money back and has a new set of ID's made*

*casts a completely unbreakable glamour on his new wallet so that anyone who touches it other than me loses their genitalia and all control over their bowels*





Go n-ithe an cat thú is go n-ithe an diabhal an cat.