Trade-ins only. That's where the profit comes in. Or is it the prophet? Hmm.
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Ah, then I think I will keep mine.
Yeah, i like mine where it is.
What happened to Chris O'Donald?
I used my sarong to make myself a makeshift hammock, and hung it from the tree. Saves me walking.
While the others were examining the explosion, i emptied the martini material out, and filled the bottles up with water and .... other stuff. They were too drunk to notice
What happened to Chris O'Donald?
I used my sarong to make myself a makeshift hammock, and hung it from the tree. Saves me walking.
While the others were examining the explosion, i emptied the martini material out, and filled the bottles up with water and .... other stuff. They were too drunk to notice
And so we walk on......
I thought you ate him...That is the shit of being drunk. You can't remember anything clearly...
anyhoo...someone ate him...I think....
anyhoo...someone ate him...I think....
I was looking at the fire being extinguished for a while. It is nice to watch a fire when you are drunk. But then I started feeling less drunk and I knew it was time for a drink.'
I turned around and look at the drinks cabinet on wheels. I can't believe my eyes...I run towards it and examine it closer...yes...it looks sick...its colour has all faded, the edges are not edgy anymore, tears are welling in his eyes...
'What is wrong?', I ask...
With his last strength it lifts a wheel and points at the lady with blue feet. Then it collapses!!!
'NOOOOOOOooooooooooooooo!', I shout...and then I curse profanely, which I shall not reproduce here, because maybe some toddlers are reading this forum...
The tiger's natural curiocity is aroused and it gracefully jumps closer to examine the scene of devastation...
The rest follows too...
'WHAT IN GODS NAME HAVE YOU DONE!!! WHY DID YOU TRY TO MURDER THE INNOCENT DRINKS CABINET ON WHEELS!!! AFTER ALL WE HAVE BEEN THROUGH TOGETHER!!! DON*T YOU KNOW THAT WATER IS POISON TO A DRINKS CABINET ON WHEELS!!!'
A atmosphere of anger and hostility is rapidly developing in the group.
'We have to save the drinks cabinet on wheels', I say...
I turned around and look at the drinks cabinet on wheels. I can't believe my eyes...I run towards it and examine it closer...yes...it looks sick...its colour has all faded, the edges are not edgy anymore, tears are welling in his eyes...
'What is wrong?', I ask...
With his last strength it lifts a wheel and points at the lady with blue feet. Then it collapses!!!
'NOOOOOOOooooooooooooooo!', I shout...and then I curse profanely, which I shall not reproduce here, because maybe some toddlers are reading this forum...
The tiger's natural curiocity is aroused and it gracefully jumps closer to examine the scene of devastation...
The rest follows too...
'WHAT IN GODS NAME HAVE YOU DONE!!! WHY DID YOU TRY TO MURDER THE INNOCENT DRINKS CABINET ON WHEELS!!! AFTER ALL WE HAVE BEEN THROUGH TOGETHER!!! DON*T YOU KNOW THAT WATER IS POISON TO A DRINKS CABINET ON WHEELS!!!'
A atmosphere of anger and hostility is rapidly developing in the group.
'We have to save the drinks cabinet on wheels', I say...
While lapping up water from the drink cabinet on wheels, I tell the outcast in my most convincing maner, that it must have been him that ate Chris O'Duckly, because as everybody knows monkey are the most dangours carnivour, right after Tigers.
Mean while Tarzan formaly know as Indianer Jones and former Dreamwalker tries his best to calm the heated atmosphere down, but the tiger doesn't listen, his much to entangeled in seeing 3 person in 1, eat 1 get 3 is all his thinking.
Mean while Tarzan formaly know as Indianer Jones and former Dreamwalker tries his best to calm the heated atmosphere down, but the tiger doesn't listen, his much to entangeled in seeing 3 person in 1, eat 1 get 3 is all his thinking.
I commended the tiger for virtually throwing himself on the grenade by drinking all the water and saving the drinks cabinet. A brave soul indeed, I know I couldn't have done it... all that non-alcoholic water. *tears start to well up*. Well done tiger...well done.
I pointed out to the group that there were still 3 other 50,000 litre barrels of ethanol strapped to my rocket and it might just be enough to save the drinks cabinets life...
I pointed out to the group that there were still 3 other 50,000 litre barrels of ethanol strapped to my rocket and it might just be enough to save the drinks cabinets life...
The tree pushed us all away from the spot where the lady with sexy blue feet had emptied the drinks cabinet and planted its roots in the earth. Jummie, it said...and sucked up all the lost booze.
Haha, i said, someone should give the tree a light...
The tiger pulled a box of extra long matches from his regrown fur and struck one.
Uh...i was kidding..., I explained.
The tarzan, the artist formerly known as prince, wipped out his huge member from his pants and started spraying pee in the direction of the tiger.
'Oh yes...', he said, 'Bullseye!!!'
The tiger shook his fur to dry it and bathed us all in pee.
They all looked at me angrily...'Well done monkey!'
I sensed sarcasm in the air.
Haha, i said, someone should give the tree a light...
The tiger pulled a box of extra long matches from his regrown fur and struck one.
Uh...i was kidding..., I explained.
The tarzan, the artist formerly known as prince, wipped out his huge member from his pants and started spraying pee in the direction of the tiger.
'Oh yes...', he said, 'Bullseye!!!'
The tiger shook his fur to dry it and bathed us all in pee.
They all looked at me angrily...'Well done monkey!'
I sensed sarcasm in the air.
"hey, it wasnt the monkeys fault, the artist formerly known as tarzan was the one pissing on the tiger"
now to get that booze, i lie down and roll to the crash site,
w00t, 150,000L of ethanol, thats equavalent to 112,500 bottles of good vodka
i toss back 2 and 1/2 barrels, the other half seems to have dissappeared
*innocent whistle*
now to get that booze, i lie down and roll to the crash site,
w00t, 150,000L of ethanol, thats equavalent to 112,500 bottles of good vodka
i toss back 2 and 1/2 barrels, the other half seems to have dissappeared
*innocent whistle*
"but but but...i didn't mean to hurt him....i was just trying to help....."I cried, tears running down my face. Oh, what to do?
But if water makes him sick, ethanol should be the reverse.......I tried to pour some from the barrel, but it was too big for me, and started to roll ontop of me
But if water makes him sick, ethanol should be the reverse.......I tried to pour some from the barrel, but it was too big for me, and started to roll ontop of me
Great... now I was covered in Indiana symbol artist formerly known as Jones pee and the tree just drank 2 of the 3 remaining barrels... and Blue was slowly being squashed under the last barrel. I rolled it off her and jumped on top of it, with a desperate look in my eyes I drew my sword shouting "get back, ye squandered the others barrels ye drunkards, ye shall not have this one!!!". I swung my sword round feverishly then fell backwards off the barrel into the mud...and passed out.
*observes everyone sitting around and begins to attach last barrel to back*
"ALL ABOARD"
*grabs everyone in branches*
*lights match under small hole in barrel*
we are flying off using a barrel of tasty ethanol as a jet tied to the bottom of a wise tree, with an alien-guy, the artist formerly known as tarzan, a hairless outcast in a boywonder costume, a tiger, a recovering drinks cabinet on wheels, a chick with sexy blue feet, and mcdonalds' forearm+hand which is partly chewed
"ALL ABOARD"
*grabs everyone in branches*
*lights match under small hole in barrel*
we are flying off using a barrel of tasty ethanol as a jet tied to the bottom of a wise tree, with an alien-guy, the artist formerly known as tarzan, a hairless outcast in a boywonder costume, a tiger, a recovering drinks cabinet on wheels, a chick with sexy blue feet, and mcdonalds' forearm+hand which is partly chewed
'I wonder where we are flying to.', i say in puzzlement.
'are we being kidnapped by a tree? Or did the tree know something we don't know?'...
Suddenly exactly on the spot where we were the earth shatters open with a huge explosion. The batcave has exploded. When I go through my memories of exploring the batcave, I wonder if it was wise to play with the dials under a sign that said: 'nuclear reactor'. But I blame that on the tiger because he started it.
The tiger exchanges a guilty glance with me and put his clawed finger to his mouth. It is the sign of 'keep your mouth shut about this'. I give him the OK sign back and almost fall out of the tree.
Anyhoo...where will we land? I hope somewhere soft.
'are we being kidnapped by a tree? Or did the tree know something we don't know?'...
Suddenly exactly on the spot where we were the earth shatters open with a huge explosion. The batcave has exploded. When I go through my memories of exploring the batcave, I wonder if it was wise to play with the dials under a sign that said: 'nuclear reactor'. But I blame that on the tiger because he started it.
The tiger exchanges a guilty glance with me and put his clawed finger to his mouth. It is the sign of 'keep your mouth shut about this'. I give him the OK sign back and almost fall out of the tree.
Anyhoo...where will we land? I hope somewhere soft.
Let's go park next to that ancient temple. Come on, we got an indi, lets go find some treasure. Right next to that lagoon. With the big sunbaking rock......
....I feel like there's something vagually familiar here, but i've never seen a ancient abandon temple before, so it must be one of those strange daja vu things.
Anyway, we crash-landed into the lagoon, which in turn raises the alcohol levels in the water considerably. As we were offloading ourselves, i pause to admire a Nutty-flavoured fish backstroking in a wobbly line, occationally omitting an audible "hic!". Somehow Dorthey, i think we've left Kansas.
Once all offloaded and recovered, the group pause to gather their thoughts, which are often in bits, and admire the temple. It's grandure is well......grand, being over 500m in height.
....I feel like there's something vagually familiar here, but i've never seen a ancient abandon temple before, so it must be one of those strange daja vu things.
Anyway, we crash-landed into the lagoon, which in turn raises the alcohol levels in the water considerably. As we were offloading ourselves, i pause to admire a Nutty-flavoured fish backstroking in a wobbly line, occationally omitting an audible "hic!". Somehow Dorthey, i think we've left Kansas.
Once all offloaded and recovered, the group pause to gather their thoughts, which are often in bits, and admire the temple. It's grandure is well......grand, being over 500m in height.
And so, we walked to the entrance of the temple, hand in branch, Alien and Indi leading the way, drinks cabinent pushed by the hairless boywonder, tiger leading up the rear carrying part of O'donald, and myself, still hammocked in the tree. Although there's this branch that keeps sticking in the middle of my back. I could swear it wasn't here before.
The entrance lead into a great square room, covered completely in sandstone, the only decoration being a massive 60-foot statue of a creature, with elephant trunk and ears, 6 human arms, a tiger tail, and the body and wings of a chubby dragon. It's eyes were made of rubies, and claws of sapphire and emerald.
The entrance lead into a great square room, covered completely in sandstone, the only decoration being a massive 60-foot statue of a creature, with elephant trunk and ears, 6 human arms, a tiger tail, and the body and wings of a chubby dragon. It's eyes were made of rubies, and claws of sapphire and emerald.
'I must get the number of the interior decorator who came up with this', i spoke out loud.