Pickled Perch

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Pickled Perch
October 21 2002 at 8:58 AM
Harbinger of Death

"What do you do with a drunken sailor, what do you do with a drunken sailor, what do you do with a drunken sailor er-lie in the morrrrrnin'."

"Would you SHUT UP." Lil threw an empty bottle at kymscrazy, which didn't come near its mark and instead smashed against the wall.

"What is your problem? Can't you appreciate fine music?"

"If there were any fine music here, I would appreciate it," Lil growled.

"Lookit me, I'm the Karate Kid!" AmAzOn perched in that bird stance on the bar of the Battlefield. They were bravely trespassing now that the proprietor was dead.

"You're drunk," Letheia accused.

"We're all drunk, if you haven't notished," Skeezix pointed out.

"You realize we're all dead when ax finds out," said tori.

"Yeah, what's he gonna do when we see him? We'll be dead by then already."

"Good point."

"Man, you are soooo drunk!"

"Whatever! You're worse than me!"

"Not either. You drink like a fish." SWOOOSH.

"Ha haaaa! Now you REALLY drink like a fish." Six little shiny fish darted around each other.

"This water is damned cold."

"Hey, I got a joke for ya."

"Okay, shoot."

"What's black and white and sneaking up behind you?"

"What kind of a joke is that?"

"Okay, so it's not a joke. There's a penguin sneaking up behind you."

"Oh, now you tell me."

With a few snaps of their bills, two penguins gobbled up their shiny fishy lunch.
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