Fluff's been there thrice.
Skeet and Goose, twice.

They love the joint.

Tonight, we got to fuck with a Hoser who just moved here six days ago.
He moved in with a chick he met on the Internet.
Who, as it turns out, is a meth freak.

And he thinks I'm going to hire him for my imaginary fetish housecleaning business that he thinks I run.

He made me stare at his ass and check out his package, thinking I'd give him a job.

Drunken Hosers are fun.

Goose and I got a drink named after us at the bar. I ran them out of rum drinks to make and the Bartender Gina made one and named it the SkeeterGoose. It is one part Captn. Morgans one part Parrot Bay one part pink lemonade.

Bartender Gina rules. She kept hitting the bartending book over and over to make sure I had rum drinks. Then she made one up.

The drink before that one was called a Screaming Stacy.
Those who know Skeet will find that amusing.

Fluffy made fast friends with all the regulars.
He's way too hammered to post now, but he's like the prom queen there.

Mostly because there are three Fluffy's in the bar. Limey Fluffy, Sheepshagger Fluffy, and now American Fluffy.

And while Skeet may be too drunk to remember, he saw a 23-year old stripper lick beer off my cleavage last night.

For being so far away from the Strip, my bar is terribly entertaining.

Oh! And I got a lapdance from a drunken Englishman tonight.

Um, sure.

Fun to mess with, silly.
You should know us and our drunken mob mentality by now.

I remember the stripper licking beer from her chest. It was just another aspect of the fun.

Did it taste like Jade™???

Are you saying strippers taste burnt™?

Or that my boobs do?

Your boobs have more of a black and blue flavor...
Absinthe green won't set in for another 5 days or so.

It's amazing the damage one can do falling down a flight of stairs.

Some people even lose the ability to spell the plural of puppy. Being entirely obnubilated by puppies is just NO excuse.

But all the booze is.

You mean that, if I have a glass or two and write a spelling mistake, I have an excuse when Oxy pounces me?

Naah - booze is *no* excuse for spelling mistakes.

Not for you, no.

Dam rite!

Go Fluck yerselff Sexella.

Ain't Fate cruel. All those fardels to bear.

I had to look up "obnubilate" and "fardel."

i didn't care enough to bother.

Me neither.

This place is a big enough
waste of time w/out
learning sumpin'.

Why my bar, kicks ass?

Cause it just does!

Liar.

I had to look up fardel.

It's an oblique reference to something you must have had rammed down your throat.

"Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, hhe undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of?"

I must confess I find it less strange a word than I should just because it's derived from the usual French word for burden, "fardeau".

[Auxiliary question: how long will it take Cros to post another Sixer Bad Haircut photoshop job in retaliation?]

I'm sure it's coming.

oops - typo

Hello and welcome foxterrorist! Introduce yourself and grab a drink.

I've got something you can drink!
I squoze it myself.

Y'all are sick, sick bastards.

It's no wonder I love this place.

To answer, I never tasted the stripper. I doubt she tasted like Jade, nor anything else I would like to put in my mouth.