...is like a frat-house without towels.

I think he must've finally been sent to rehab.

That where
you been?

If'n that's what you call "a job".

Butt mine makes me drink even more.

Some jobs suck
and some jobs blow.

King Cros takes affairs
in his own hands.

If you want a job done right...

Don't work it
too hard.

Gotta save some
stamina for the real
wrist flippin' work:

hard leisure drinkin'.

Thanx.
I was in DC trying to drink myself into oblivion...
Obviously it didn't work.

The good news(?) is that I'm on the wagon.

Yeah, that'll last.

No really.
*rolls eyes*

How did anyone notice Dinky wasn't around?

I stopped by your place and threw pebbles at the window.
I guess you were sleeping.

Yer mistake.

Shoulda used bricks.

Then again, I'm not far from him, so I should stfu.

His loss, I would have brought booze.

Really good booze, I bet.

Um...no. We're talking about Dinky.

Best he keeps his clothes on.

Are a number of you in DCish area, then? I'm out in Frederick right now.

We do have our share of Loungers in the DC area.
And a few in SoVa as well.

And speaking of DC,
our resident DC metrosexual will have a layover in Vegas next week.

I see an overpriced liquid lunch in my future.

Nah, I can't.
That one's just too easy.

Sometimes I lob 'em over the plate.

Spunky conversation
y'all got going.