The FKL B4R(Pub): AIYE DEE DIE DEE DIE DEE

[Tystys]

Alright, considering the other topic is being screwed and has gotten a bit too long, I've decided to re-open the place in another location.

Stealing from Scrub's office is useless, I'm using my own @ to construct top of the line furniture that's BOLTED INTO THE FUCKING GROUND.

*sighs, and goes back to cleaning glasses*



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[SpikeOtacon]

Hey, anyone going to get me that Rum I ordered a day and a thread ago?

[Tystys]

Yeah, here ya go

*tosses Spike three extra glasses*

That should KIND OF make up for the wait.

[VanHalen]

I missed the last thread.

[SpikeOtacon]

Now that's some service!

So how were things outside of the pub, Tys?

[Sord]

i want an irish pub this time

*drinks his LIGHTNING out of a classic Irish mug and starts up an Irish bar song*



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[Tystys]

On 2007-08-05 15:46, SpikeOtacon wrote:
Now that's some service!

So how were things outside of the pub, Tys?

Well, Drift City is a mess, tacoland is moving in, and I can't get enough sleep in the day. Not to mention I have to see the Mrs tommorow, and am regretting not getting any "Rain Coats".

But other then that, I'm fine.



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[SpikeOtacon]

On 2007-08-05 15:48, Tystys wrote:

On 2007-08-05 15:46, SpikeOtacon wrote:
Now that's some service!

So how were things outside of the pub, Tys?

Well, Drift City is a mess, blockland is moving in, and I can't get enough sleep in the day. Not to mention I have to see the Mrs tommorow, and am regretting not getting any "Rain Coats".

But other then that, I'm fine.

I prefer the "rain coats" with the little greek guy on them.



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[PhotonDrop]

This establishment is hereby placed under the protection of the office of President Scrub. The owner of the Pub reserves the right to remove persons from the premises for no reason at all. As a place of business rowdy behaviour, unruly conduct, and other actions that could inhibit the enjoyment of beverages served shall be punishable by torture.

- - 1st draft

PhotonDrop

[Sord]

I'll wait for you till I turn blue
There's nothin' more a man can do
Don't get your bollocks in a twist
Settle down, don't take a fit
Ya drank with demons straight form Hell
They almost nearly won as well
Ya wiped the floor with victory
Then puked until you fell asleep

Blackened was the banshee's wail
These boot will never fill her jail
So you crawled into an empty boat
For the Gulf of Mexico
Till Cortez came an' when so did you
From the ashes charred and blue
Smellin' like a Salty Dog
Back from Hell where you belong

Anarchy, the scourge of every sea
The Antichrist aboard a rig
With us your cutthroat thieves
The ship went down we all near drowned
Ya stood there on the deck
Till the Spanish came and flogged yer arse
And dragged you from the wreck

They threw a rope around yer neck
To watch you dance the jig of death
Then left ya for the starvin' crows
Hoverin' like hungry whores
One flew down plucked out yer eye
The other he had in his sights
Ya snarled at him, said leave me be
I need the bugger so I can see