Miranda, NO! The man is cut off! As is the rest of the bar. Go home, sober up, write some poetry, and have sex.

But dont drink for 24 hours!

No, fly, it was the long dry spell without a waitress, combined with the crap-bands that got to me. Miranda has saved me...
Thanks for the concern, bro'!

Well, no point going into a dry bar.

*turns around and walks out again*

Still have the casino downstairs. Theres just been way too much craziness here.

The kitchen is still open too. Omlettes are good for hangovers.

:)

WooHoo!! Tequila Omelettes for all!!!!

*walks back in*

I'll have a bacon and cheddar omlette, no milk.

*walks over to empty bandstand, picks up a guitar, turns all the knobs up to eleven, rips into "Just Got Paid" by ZZTop*

KWSN thinks you got yo'self a job, william_wallace.

As a matter of fact, Yzerman, KWSN just ran out of napalm the other day. He could use a refill.

Oh, and by the way, KWSN has quite the stockpile of illicit materials in his car, and he needs to offload some. If you're interested, meet him behind the bodega on 44 and 8.

I'll let this slide.

*begins making omelettes for everyone*

Hope you like yours with mushrooms and cheese....cuz thats what your getting.

KW-- I made another batch of Napalm too. Its out back...in the van.

*After the ZZTop and three Tool songs, I put down the guitar to eat the omlette*

Could I get a side order of Napalm to go with this omlette?

Thanks for the napalm, Yzerman. KWSN appreciates it quite a bit.

Now, have you any interest in parts of KWSN's stockpile? He needs to get rid of it fast, there might be a lead on him.

*Miranda grabs richeee and takes him upstairs to the honeymoon suite*
:D

Put what you need hidden upstairs. They'll never find it. If they do, they'll have to deal with the "beast"

What the beast is, I don't rightly know.

Thank you for the storage, Yzerman. KWSN is very grateful.

Anyone in the building can just come to KWSN if they are interested...

:: finishes oiling newly sharpened claymore ::

Thanks for the job KWSN. Question: does it matter if any offenders happen to lose any body parts, and if so, which ones would you prefer they lose?

All of them. Spare no part.

Anyway, I guess I'm cutting the dry spell short. Its been about 12 hours, and we're back selling alcohol.

wrkime, retap the kegs.

*lines up shot glasses for the morning crowd*

consider the kegs re-tapped, CO2 on and ready to go....new case of glasses opened and chilled...ashtrays cleaned, bar wiped down, floors mopped.

Good job. I like the ol bar. Nice mahogany, crafted in Ireland. Finest drinking there possible. Finest beer spilled on it.

wrkime- expect a Christmas bonus this year!

Does anyone know where Joey B is, I heard we all get to take shots at him with a hammer for only $5 bucks.

***JoeyB walks in, suddenly pulls down his pants and puts his weiner on the bar.

For some unknown reason, he challenges anyone to hit it with a hammer for 5 dollars. ***

Hi, Go_AVS, you can hit this with a hammer for 5 bucks....

*Go_AVS hands Joey a twenty*

The first shot only grazes joey's thing, I think the next shots are going to be a little harder, joey looks cold. The next shot catches good, I cringe and can not believe I just did that. I throw the hammer out the front door. Joey is still on the floor screaming. I guess we better get him an ambulance or get him to the hospital.

I tell him sorry, I was not thinking after several scothes.

I go back to the bar for another drink...


then start laughing...

A little help down here?

I know I asked for it, but getting whacked with a hammer hurts more than a little bit.

I apologize for bringing this into your establishment, but

I NEED A DOCTOR!

*Embarrassed and in excrutiating pain, JoeyB struggles to his knees and crawls towards the door.

He finds the strength to apologize to everyone within earshot for the disruption. *


Sorry everyone, next time I'm buying...and I promise to keep my pants up.


*JoeyB lowers his head and crawls out the door*

Hey bartender, how about another Macallan 18 on the rocks..

::wrkime finds a hammer in the street, sees JoeyB walking out of the bar. Remembering the fin he gets for hitting JoeyB with a hammer in the pee-pee he takes a swing.....BAM!!! JoeyB is out for the count::

Oooohh, sorry about, guess that was a bad idea...hey do I still get my 5 bucks? JoeyB??

::wrkime shrugs, tosses hammer into the street and heads back into the bar::

Hey Bones, I see you're getting orally please by JoeyB's harem. Watch out for the brunette, she has some weird ass cold sore on her mouth.

stan the man swagers into the bar steps up to the bar and orders a pink lady

well done bones i havent heard that toon in so long and if a break is what you wnat i think ill give ya one

i think its time you lost jullia

JoeyB took 2 good shots with a hammer in the weenie and one glancing blow...he's okay by me.

Lynyrd Skynyrd is playing? This intrigues KWSN. You had better have resurrected Ronnie Van Zant for this show, or KWSN would be disappointed.

william_wallace, if any sucka messes wit'choo, dice the bastard like a shallot.

KWSN can't seem to get rid of these narcotics, so he hands a Ziploc of crack to everyone in the bar.

yaa hoo smoke em if ya got em

stan the man procalims "see ya folks im off to my crack whores to get some lovin" and runs at top speed to the door with a fat grin

*JoeyB crawls to the door, mustering enough strength, he pushes it open and looks in. He's still quite sore from the ball peen pounding earlier in the day.*

*JoeyB crawls across the same floor on which he was writhing in agony just minutes ago. Despite the chaos of others running past him, he reaches the bar*

stan the man stubles back into the bar a mere 4 mins afterhe left to service his crack whores

"well now that was the finest presents ive recived in a few days

hey isnt that a giant sloth hanging from the chandelier"

*He finds the cash register and noticing that everyone is sufficiently distracted, he pounds the keys until it opens*

"100"

"200"

"300"

"400"

"500"

*after counting off the final bill, he gathers his strength enough to retrace his path and as quick as possible, leave the Inn*

"yes it is i swear it is

it cant be the crack hey everone look up look way up"

*As he leaves, JoeyB looks back and to nobody in particular, mumbles*

"nothing personal....it's just business."

oh ya fire my oh my ignore the sloth nothing to see here folks follow me

ill lead the way to the door

hey while we are all leaving ill take everone for a free ride on my whores