ZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzz............

*Yawn*
You woke me up...

Buh bye, cunts.
I love some of yis.

I see Mike is up to his usual mood swings.

Same old same old.

I still love the shithead though.

They got pills for that.










Cyanide, arsenic . . .

Yeah me too.

I just wished he still loved me. *sniff*

It's one of those if a tree falls in the forest things.
The TONE of the Lounge is directly correlated with the Mayor's presence.

The number of insults go up, while the caliber thereof goes down.

Therein lies the TONE.

We can only make so many dick/necrophilia/masturbatory/prison shower room jokes without you around, Liver.

You are the TONE--the catalyst, if you will.

When you go away, so does the better part of the TONE.

No one insults us in the manner in which you do. There is no other Mayor. And let's face it, if someone came along with your brand of assholishness, we'd run his corpse outta Dodge before he could go tell us to fuck ourselves for being wussies.

(I apologize to the RLW's for the blatant sexism in that last statement.)

You can't bitch about the TONE unless it fails while you are here regularly.

So go fuck yourself, you piece of xit.

The Lounge without the Mayor is like the New Testament without Jesus. Fuck "Mayor." Call yourself the "Messiah of Absinthetown." Bastard.

If you wanna go away in good weather, by all means, do so. But when the air turns cold and the grass stops growing, get your ass in here and kick us in the nuts. Hard. We're all masochists here, anyway.

I say we give him the arsenic.

Slower, more painful.

No.

I want his surly ass in here.

Poisoned only by desperate love and booze.

Compromise, let's put his surly ass in a jar full of absinthe and keep it as a paperweight.

You're drunk, aren't you?

Screw apologizing to RLW, whatever the fuck that means! Real Life Workers, that's bullshit, anyone can lead a double life and look up a forum at work without concern, unless looking up the forum at work is prohibited in the first place, in which why the fuck are you reading this.

But what really pisses me off is the statement about running the Mayor out of Dodge. Fuck, the Mayor wouldn't be caught dead in Dodge, let alone run out of there. The reasons are this:

1) Dodge City Sucks. It's in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nothing, and has either the stink of packing plant (wind out of west) or feedlot (wind out of east, southeast, or south) present at all times.

2) The crime-rate per capita would kick Absinthetown's ass.

3) Unless your spanish es muy bien, you won't be able to order nothing more than a shitty burrito (of which the Mexican food is the best part of being there)

4) Boot Hill is a tourist attraction that is geared to little kids, however they now serve real beer (and not just Sasparilla) at the old Long Branch Saloon for you to sip on while watching Miss Kitty's girls kick up their skirts for you in a hella-good can-can.

5) The only available single women are widowed Mexican ladies who hang out at the local Payless and Dollar General store.

OK, so the last reason would be enough for the Mayor to think about moving there, but since the whole Peepsalapalooza, even that is out of the question.

Damned metaphors.
I forgot about the Bible Belt.
I'll refrain from using them until the middle of the US is a big fucking lake.

Oh, believe me, Dodge is not in the "bible belt." You have to drink to live there!

That's west Texas you are talking about. And the rest of Texas is a waste of good land on a lot of Texans.

And fuck you!

Sorry, the middle of the US looks like a bunch of rectangles to me.

So, and

Yup, that was a possible motto for Kansas's state on the quarter.

"The first of the rectangle states"

Lub back atcha!

Be sure to post the pics of you in suspenders only.

Tee hee, just bought them tonight, and they fit nice.......Reeaaalll nice!

Pic's, if taken, will be posted, hopefully not taken, but likely will be.

Upper Echelon baby!

I'll have a borracho grande - oh wait, I married one.....

But Boot Hill is outside Tombstone, AZ. And the Bird Cage Theater is a museum, you can't-can't see a can-can there.

and I think RLW was Real Life Wimmins.

and no I wasn't drunk, I was migrainey and doped up on caffeine and alka-seltzer. is a BIG no-no with a migraine, it'll make it worserer.

Nope, Dodge City. I was the "honorary" marshall for a day when I was 8 years old. I have the certificate and badge to prove it!

Actually, though, the highlight was getting kissed by all them purty can-can dancers.

OK, figgered it out,
Wogger's yap above
helped, and helps me
to realise I'll not be
back-
When I spent tons of
time here, I had a
xitty relationship, which
I ended, and no social
life in the Real Life,
which I got. This place
was home and group
therapy.

Now I come here to
be amused, and
that sure doesn't
happen mucho.
Not at all really.
And I'm not going
to devote 2-8 hrs/day
to this place to get
the TONE where I
likes it. Not gonna
happen. Not even
an hour/day.
Not even 1/2 of a spin.

So that's it, wanted
to clarify now that
I've figgered it out.

Bye to you here,
I'll be in RL World,
hope to see you
there.

TONEphone # and
addys are the same.
Peeps and I talk for
hours every day
if'n you want me.

Same here,........ it just isn't as much fun anymore, and I have a real life now.

Bye!

Alright Mayor, ya dumb selfish ugly prick. At least kick some loves back a couple hours a week! It's payback time...

I've heard that song before. He'll be back to kick some newbie ass.

Drama queens piss me off.

Strangely, he's not really being a drama queen about it. I wouldn't put it past him to kick down the requested loves, though.

The Mayor be Peep whipped!!!

Go Peepers, go Peepers, he's yer bitch, he's yer bitch . . .

Mayor = The New PussyHead

Screw.
There's only one.

Um, bye.

Mmmm. Strawberries & Peep Whip.

Could you send a map?

Screw the map.

Could you send a bus ticket to get there?

Agreed.

who the fuck is louched liver?

A tall, skinny, bald 5 year old...

is she hot?

No.

dammit, usually the little 5 year old baldies are hot.

the cancer makes them so thin and yummy.

That's our boy — always concerned about the less fortunate.

Haven't seen the fuck around here in a while. Where the fuck is he? Who the fuck knows? And more importantly, who the fuck cares?

I do.

Oh well. I guess I have to go to LF05 now just to see the Mayor. That fuckwad. Now I gotta save up to get there. I better start now or I won't be able to and then I won't have any excuse. Oh well. There better not be as many rules this time.