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Thread: Lock your Tin-Foils in Plaque Position and Prepare to Page the Enemy!
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Phenix1050
Sat Dec 25, 2004 1:20 pm
#1
Um. Hi. I'm Phenix. I'm your new Squadron Leader. Now that I get to lead a squad of my own, there's gonna be some changes around here. First off, daily rations will now include a healthy supply of your alchoholic beverage of choice. Because a squadron that drinks together...um...thinks together. Secondly, I am initiating a new, rigorous training course. Based upon my own daring escape from an evil punchbowl the new training course will involve escaping from a large, slippery glass bowl (big enough to float a few wookiees in!!) filled with spiked punch. Delicious, delicious spiked punch. Recruits able to conume the contents of the bowl to make their escape will instantly graduate. Third-- Hawiian Fridays. I'm thinking tiki skirts for the ladies and goofy shirts for the guys. Riceballs will be provided by the management. Fourth: the shaving of sentient lifeforms is punishable by death. That means you, Oreet.
Anyway, come join my squad. I've just concocted...I mean, recieved, our first orders.
Next stop: the Intergalactic Irish Pub.
I'll invite Tiggs and Thunderheart too. They're A-OK in my book.
Message Edited by Phenix1050 on 12-25-2004 03:21 AM
Almagill
Sat Dec 25, 2004 7:30 pm
#3
Nemo0 wrote:Pub sounds good. First round of Guiness on you?
On him? Hyperactive little bleeder. There'd be more Guinness on the floor than on the glasses.
Phenix1050
Sat Dec 25, 2004 11:13 pm
#5
hey, the bars in Ireland are set so that anyone over the age of 7 (male or female) can buy a beer. I'll survive. and sure, why not, I'll grab the first round. I mean, we're only going to fly around the galaxy-- we can certainly drink all we want, right?
Deadtech
Sun Dec 26, 2004 7:28 am
#6
mmmmm Guinness. My wife still doesn't understand why I drink it. Says it's way too dark. I just tell her it's concentrated evil and that I'm only drinking it to satisfy the darkside in me.
MercerStorm
Mon Dec 27, 2004 1:24 pm
#7
Deadtech wrote:
mmmmm Guinness. My wife still doesn't understand why I drink it. Says it's way too dark. I just tell her it's concentrated evil and that I'm only drinking it to satisfy the darkside in me.
Nice. I always get at least a pint when I go out. And I try like hell to avoid drinking any mass-produced American crap. 
(exception: I'll drink it when I'm tubing down a river. That way, if I drop it in the water, I'm not out much.)
I wish we could get bumper stickers for our ships. The one for my yacht would say "The reactor is powered by booze." or something else equally as silly. 
That gives me an idea. I wonder how big the casks that chef's make are when dropped. Have them labeled 'Guinness', 'Harp's', 'Killian's', 'Stella', etc and stack them in the corner near the bar. Might ruin the immersion factor, but I think it'd be funny. 
MercerStorm
Mon Dec 27, 2004 1:32 pm
#8
Phenix1050 wrote:
Um. Hi. I'm Phenix. I'm your new Squadron Leader. Now that I get to lead a squad of my own, there's gonna be some changes around here. First off, daily rations will now include a healthy supply of your alchoholic beverage of choice. Because a squadron that drinks together...um...thinks together. Secondly, I am initiating a new, rigorous training course. Based upon my own daring escape from an evil punchbowl the new training course will involve escaping from a large, slippery glass bowl (big enough to float a few wookiees in!!) filled with spiked punch. Delicious, delicious spiked punch. Recruits able to conume the contents of the bowl to make their escape will instantly graduate. Third-- Hawiian Fridays. I'm thinking tiki skirts for the ladies and goofy shirts for the guys. Riceballs will be provided by the management. Fourth: the shaving of sentient lifeforms is punishable by death. That means you, Oreet.
Anyway, come join my squad. I've just concocted...I mean, recieved, our first orders.
Next stop: the Intergalactic Irish Pub.
I'll invite Tiggs and Thunderheart too. They're A-OK in my book.
Message Edited by Phenix1050 on 12-25-2004 03:21 AM
This reminds me of the Star Wars MUSH I was playing on a bit ago. I was an X-Wing pilot that had the emotional range of a boulder. The members of another squadron were a bunch of rowdy drunks. It was a very oil and water combination, usually with me taking the brunt of the ribbing. I'd be a lot funnier if you were to read the logs I made I'm sure......
I'd be a lot funnier if you were to read the logs I made I'm sure......
oakduir
Mon Dec 27, 2004 4:05 pm
#9
Ishbegaha, Christian Brothers for Whiskey, meaning water of life. My grandfather used to tell me if Whiskey is the water of Life, then Guinness is the ground we walk on. OH, we're gonna have some grand Craic now lads and lasses.
Zaene1
Mon Dec 27, 2004 8:06 pm
#10
mmmmmm..... Guinness.
/drool
better yet, a punch bowl full of guinness.
Will there be blue glowies and monkeys there?
Odajja
Mon Dec 27, 2004 10:46 pm
#11
So Tell em Now if i gave ya warm tatter would ya take it? Beware Little BothanI know Your weakness now. When you Bend to kiss the Blarney you shall wake to be as God intended smoooooth!
Hope you had a great holiday.
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