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ORIGINAL: Rumtiger

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ORIGINAL: Bluebird
Ya know - if you all get hammered with Tiger, you are eventually all gonna end up passed out in my livingroom and that's not a good scene.  Although I've got enough rope to keep everyone contained until you sober up properly...

Sweet, I love crashing at your place.

Might have to order out or something for any of the necessary greasy tomato based food to soak up the crudo the next morning though.

Your diet is too weird and "clean" for a drinker. If I was drunk and saw any of the keifer junk i'm sure i'd hork it there and then.

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ORIGINAL: Rumtiger

Okay so heres a simple enough question, for those of you who know me a little by what posts you may have seen of mine, or hell if you where lucky enough to read any of my stories before they got eaten, would you want to bar raid with me?

Possible side effects of getting drunk with me include but are in no way limited to:

-dealing with Vegas attitudes - as in gambling?
-sudden broken bottle in your face syndrome - I would duck, was married to my ex-husband for 4 years and that was worse than the possibility of having a bottle get thrown in my face!
-torn clothing - So I will wear old, comfortable clothes.
-the odd inclination to have me drive your car...at 3 times the speed limit - I love that NEED FOR SPEED!
-liver failure - This all comes with mass quantities of booze
-development of an allergy to pork - Okay, my favorite bar food is chicken wings!
-bankruptcy - If I had so many days to live, so what?!
-a billiard ball in your eye - Again, I would learn to duck or if you cannot stand someone, then direct me to throw the billard ball at them!
-and explosive diarrhea - Lots of Lysol or Oust can cure the after effects of that green gas smell, followed by a good shower!!

but hey, with all that stuff, gotta be fun.

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ORIGINAL: Rumtiger

Okay so heres a simple enough question, for those of you who know me a little by what posts you may have seen of mine, or hell if you where lucky enough to read any of my stories before they got eaten, would you want to bar raid with me?

Possible side effects of getting drunk with me include but are in no way limited to:

-dealing with Vegas attitudes = Hell I am a NY'er that lived in NY,DC, Austin, and LA at difrent times NP
-sudden broken bottle in your face syndrome = Shit happens but enough years working security does wonders for reflexes
-torn clothing = So we invite the groupies back to the hotell
-the odd inclination to have me drive your car...at 3 times the speed limit = Good luck it won't hit 3 times the speed limit but if you can tune it up that well your buying the gas

-liver failure = Nah was a carnie for quite a few years
-development of an allergy to pork = I just will have to forget Hot Sausage is pork and bacon :)
-bankruptcy = ROFLMAO
-a billiard ball in your eye = Better than it being somewhee else and wouldn't be the first time I was dodging billiard balls as they jumped off the table
-and explosive diarrhea = I eat spicy stuff... One of my specialities is kill you or cure you chilli....

but hey, with all that stuff, gotta be fun.