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Originally posted by wry1
I, Commando the mightily-endowed, have left a field of broken bottles through many a bar and nightclub, have utterly destroyed many a closing-time, and have single-handedly turned once hard-drinking bartenders into sober citizens from the hangovers I induce. No bar, party store, liquor aisle or farmer's daughter is safe within 500 miles of wherever I happen to be at any given moment. No shot is too big, no tab is too big.
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Welcome, Commando the Hard Drinking! Many of us are of a like mind as you, and I suspect that the drinking contests among the Horde will be continuing long into the night and on through to the next day.
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Originally posted by Fire
. . . let us add unto our grimy mass the worthy among the canucks, let us recruit amongst their mighty lords of the game they call hockey! they already have armor, and from what I have seen they share our mindset....
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This were a good idea, ere we slaughtered them all. Now, the necromancers it would require would put too much of a strain on this mighty Horde's resources.
And Commando, I would take Las Vegas, but that an old man, bald of pate and on drugs, smoking with a cigarette holder and carrying a typewriter, made me believe that I would one day perish there! I would not bring this fortune upon myself so soon and, knowing Fate, I would rampage through the streets, crushing the masses, then at the after-party I would fail to notice half a broken tequila bottle and step on it, severing important arteries in my foot. Such is the way she mocks us!