Yeah, right.

Fuck off...

Oh Liver.

You had me going there for a... *zzzzzzzzzzzz*

Somebody wake Head up, he's dozed off again.

If memory serves, "Yeah, right; fuck off," has always been the Lounge's most widely applicable policy statement.

Yeah, right...

Fuck off!

(yeah, a day late and a dollar short.
nobody else bit so why the hell not.)

((I been on vacation fuckheads.
I woulda stuck it in a lot sooner
if I was around. How come
nobody picked up on that one?
A softball lob and nobody hit
it outta the park. WTF.))

Thanks for finishing the job on the Lounge.
Odds are you didn't on the honeymoon.

HA!

Ouch.

Still hurts?

I thought they
tested before
they licensed.

I think this is just the beginning of the hurt.

No test. Just a pic i.d.

I wouldn't've passed the test
anyway if it was an I.Q. test...
or any other test for that matter.

You sure
are testy.

Test anxiety?

I didn't study.

No cramming?

She was prolly
sedated heavily.

What a drag.

That'd been
Loogie in his
wedding gown.

...

Hey!
I'll have you all know
that Loogie looked very smart
in his Miami Vice Ice Cream Suit.