Mrs. Cindy Gill

Hmmm....I see. That means I have to go further into the gutter to even come within a ten foot pole of touching where your brain is.  I will work on that.

... if you have one ill meet you half way.

after I get over this act of despair.

oh and... lord, please forgive me for what I'm about to do... consider it a blood sacrifice...

*....................... deep breath ............. s.... ssss... spppp.... spills drop of precious fermented joy.... a perfect fraction of the only happiness that can always be counted on in this life.....

......... and sobs forever.........*

*crawls under the bar in shame and self loathing....*

oh... oh why... why...

um...

ow.

edit to make it more shameful....

oh... nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...

.... mines about at verbals level... we don't see many others this close to the storm sewers...

living, loving maid - led zeppelin

the lemon song - led zeppelin

I'm bored, iggy pop

 

.... um.... yeah.... the gutter thing might not be doable....

sorry, I'll understand if you have to unuser group me.

No worries dear, I'll probably be hanging out there with you quite a bit. ;0)

oh, thank heavens... you had me worried... I very much like it here, but... well, you know kittehs. especially on Friday nights...

everything is broken , dylan

Sunday Bloody Sunday U2

come dancing, the kinks

ok, we can go with that metaphor. less likely to cause discomfort than the kitteh one.

um... your call, I yam what I yam

.... um.... yeah.... the gutter thing might not be doable....

sorry, I'll understand if you have to unuser group me.

come on everybody... eminem...

um... changed the spelling there a bit :)

come back to me, cherry poppin daddies

*stealthily pockets the nip and asks the gardener what he plays*

... cause I already know he's with the band

*tries desperately not to read anything naughty into the last several posts and does not comment on the size of anyone's... *

um... yeah, it's Friday, I think a barrel of rum is in order.

baby let me follow you down, bob Dylan

it's a big band, maybe others need groupies?

oh, cool, is camp follower an option here?

peace train - ten thousand maniacs

I hold little more sacred than the gift of fermentation... and mysterious smiles...

Alabama song - the doors

*AHEM*

 

 

nicana, for spilling brew, you are hereby given punishment in the form of a Spot-Fine! To practice how to handle brew without spilling, you must only drink water for the next three days. Every time you post in a bar, inn, tavern, or other establishment, you must drink some water.

 

Since I'm a nice RAL, I'll give you a freebie just this once, but don't forget, you must drink water, which you did not just do!

oh dear lord, brew was spilled???

you are a nice RAL....

you won't catch me spilling any ETOH unless I fall down dead with it.

sir, yes sir.

*giggles*  You'll be in good company Nica. 

 

*rubs teh kitteh under the chin*  He's a good gardener.  *noddity*

*raises my chin to get more rubs*

oh, yes, I'm very sure he is. comfy, too... I don't think he would have really dunked me in that tub... he just wanted a somewhat painful kitteh hug. man knows kittehs pretty well I spect.