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| points Look over there! | Started by: Spike on Jan 24, '08 02:35 |
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Spike stagers about the streets in a slightly off kilter drunken ramble. The death of an era will soon be upon us. One of the greater leaders that has graced our fair streets will fall signifying its end. You may wonder, how do I know this? Ears my friends I listen to the talk. Eyes I keep 'em open and watch the transfers of power. Spike steps back suddenly in a brief shock of the gathered people around him Well I suppose you want to know by whom the take down is being done. By those that were once trusted. At the end of the day does it really matter? Hell I could be wrong too, but I'll bet someone is gonna be dead before the nights out. Nah, the good guys (and girls) 'll be back. Then again their records aren't so clean either. I guess what I'm trying to say is. Let the fun begin! A bunch of unsponsoreds are about to hatch get your guns ready boys! Spike takes another swig of his booze and wonders off into the alley muttering this and that. |
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| Bulldog Grabs himself a Fifth an joins in on the Drunken | |
| Reply by: _Bulldog_ at Jan 24, '08 02:41 | |
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*SpiderPig trots up, holding a bottle of scotch in his hooves* Oliver, you were one of the greats. You'll be missed by many. *SpiderPig takes a swallow, pours one more on the ground, and stands around with the other drunks* |
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| Reply by: SpiderPig at Jan 24, '08 02:43 | |
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Spike takes note of the others drinking around him. Woooooo yeah, drunken slumber party in the streets! Spike walks up to the piggish one. You remind me of a guy I once knew. That guy he was well umm He once ran three miles he did. All to get a glass of carrot juice. Spike raises his liquor to the sky and shouts. For the Alemeda Bar and Grill! 10% off on Tuesdays! but only, after 5pm |
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| Reply by: Spike at Jan 24, '08 03:03 | |
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*His bottle noticeably drained, SpiderPig walks up to Spike, puts his front leg around the man, and speaks to him in a conspiratorial voice* Carront juice? Nah, nevah me. Maybe if yeh put a vittle lodka in it first. But, but yeah. You'se a good people. We gonna drink on, in memory of one of the finest old Irishmen to ever grace these streets. *SpiderPig drains the bottle, throws it at a passing bum, and pulls another out of his overcoat* I can go allllllllll night on this stufff. |
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| Reply by: SpiderPig at Jan 24, '08 03:07 | |
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Bulldog throws an arm around Spike SHOW me The way to go home bum bum bum I'm tired and I wanna go to bed People shooting people is a hellva thing but SHOW ME THE WAY TO GO HOME Bulldog trips over his own feet gets back up and continues to sing on... and on... |
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| Reply by: _Bulldog_ at Jan 24, '08 03:09 | |
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