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LukkyKnight

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Startle, startle little twink,
Can't I have just one more drink?
Sit here with me at the bar,
Thinker than you drunk I are.

Afluence of incolhol -
Lean against the restroom wall.
Why are barstools so damn high?
Flaming shots it's time to try!

When did my tongue get so thick?
Who turned out the swizzle stick?
Sober will tomorrow be,
Double trouble vision me.

Little burping twinkle far
Home time now where keys my car?

~hic~
 
Ohhhh, LK!

I will volunteer to be your Designated Driver.

I promise I won't take advantage of you when you get home.

*crossing fingers behind back *



:p
 
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No...it goes like this:

Spankle Spankle
Little twink
Who the hell you are you think
I'm not under the alcofluence of incohol
as some thinkle peep I am!


:D
 
I know not how safe you will be with me!


Ack!

Miss T is flirting


shhhhhh don't tell anyone.

Least of all the intoxicated gentleman on my lap! :D
 
MissTaken said:
Ohhhh, LK!

I will volunteer to be your Designated Driver.

I promise I won't take advantage of you when you get home.

*crossing fingers behind back *



:p
MissTaken I don't want to be his designated driver I want to get drunk with him:D
 
As I have a designated driver, I think it's safe to tell this story...

Neither Todd nor I have ever been in Carbon County, Pennsylvania, where a group of guys drinking beer were also, um, how you say "discharging firearms" from the rear deck of Irving Michaels' home. The guys tried hitting a racoon that had the misfortune to be walking by. But the beer apparently impaired their aim and despite the estimated 35 shots fired at the poor creature, he escaped into a 3 foot drainage pipe a few feet away.

Wait, don't answer yet...

Determined to demonstrate human superiority, Irv retreived a can of gasoline and poured some down the pipe, thinking to "smoke the racoon out."

Irv threw a match in. Nothing. So he poured some more gas down the pipe, threw in another match and still no flames. Now frustrated but surprisingly no more sober than when he began, Irv poured the whole 5 gallon can of gasoline down the drainage pipe, then proceeded to slide feet first approximately 15 feet down the sloping pipe to toss the match.

The subsequent rapidly expanding fireball propelled him back the way he had come, exiting out of the pipe like he'd been shot out of a circus cannon. Irv landed with a thud in his front yard, miraculously suffering only minor injuries. No word on the the racoon.

MishTaken's driving.
 
Todd and LK,

You are safe with me ;)

Scrym: May I have a diet cola? I believe I will need my wits about me this evening!
 
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Thank you, luv.

These two are big talkers.

However, we all know what happens when a man drinks just too much of the malt!

So, what are you doing tonight, scym?

:)
 
Yummmmy

I love Maple Leaf cookies.

The two drunks are awfully quiet. Did they slip out of their seats into a nice drunken snooze on the floor?

;)
 
MissTaken said:
The two drunks are awfully quiet. Did they slip out of their seats into a nice drunken snooze on the floor?
;)

Belgian beers are killer for non native
 
MissTaken said:
Yummmmy

I love Maple Leaf cookies.

The two drunks are awfully quiet. Did they slip out of their seats into a nice drunken snooze on the floor?

;)
I didn't slop out of my chair I just forgot where I wass:D :D
 
Glad to see you found your way back from the Men's Room, Todd!

AS for me....

I am afraid I have had too much coffee and my tummy is upset. So you will need to find another DD....that's designated driver, not my bra size.

Well, it is sort of my bra size, but that isn't the point! lol

Good night guys!

:kiss:
 
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