I need Absinthe... shit!

1 more day... 1 more day... 1 more day... 1 more day......................





HA! That's funny!

I think I'll hear a clinckle at my door tomorrow. 3 de best. I'm mastcating.

Place an order digits, vermouth is a good standby though

I have to wait for that Christmas money.Until then ,it is memories of the
Un Emile 68,hot chocolate,and tap water.


Cheers to the rest of you.

Catwoman: Do I have to pack a rucksack full of Fudgierolls when I finally make that trek out to Lala Land to take that impossibly surreal guided tour of complete depravity...JEDOOF (to quote Paul Malroux)...I hope so!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YES! And pack one for yourself,too.

Braggart.

DG

And reality sets in... I get a day off... then work... then I get a day off... no Absinthe, no... the devil juice must stay contained for fear of the THUJONE!!!-this stuff has nothing to do w/the buzz from absinthe, NOTHING!!!!-this stuff has nothing to do w/the buzz from absinthe, NOTHING! running around my brain.

Alas good Gin and CanuckyFuckyLand Dry... tis thee are but a true friend in times of peril!

(The preceding was brought to you by the spirit of Emy Emp, the Absinthe whore.)

Try Hendrick's gin.

Hee-hee! Wait — shite! Digits was here and channeling, and I missed it. I'll have to go back to the regularly scheduled table rapping and toe cracking (grumble, grumble).

BTW, nice to see you around again, digits old boy.

DG

No, Peeps no channeling.

Besides didn't Lodz get axed in the finale?

Don't want that to happen to me!

You know, I always wondered why Lodz was hanging around the fat bearded lady ... then I remembered he was blind.

DG

Of course you're not channeling — it seems that your conjuring glass has gone dry.

Oh woe! Oh cruel fate that has befallen this stalwart, he who, until cruelly plucked from the lulling comfort of our clutch, numbered so formidably among us. Oh fortune, oh reverend lady, clear the way before him of the dove-colored drifts, speed this sorrowful odyssey of gainful employment, and hasten him back to our hearth and bosom. ~ E.E. the A.W.

Don't be a stranger. ~ Peeps

E.E. The A.W.

I'm slowly getting some free time back...

Soon the glass shall runeth over... ugh.

Soon I'll be conjuring again!

Pancakes?

Better with a piping cup of Joe — and I've just the thing.

Time is never free, dear Digits. It always costs us something. It's delightful to see you here.

We'll gladly take all the Digits we are handed.