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12-11-2005, 07:03 PM
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To Richard Pryor, who was a wonderful and original comic genius; you'll be remembered! *drinks* Too bad about the freebasing accident. Why is it that so many geniuses get f**ked up on dope? Well, at least he outlived that phase and died old.
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12-11-2005, 07:38 PM
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*pours self another shot of absinthe* neh....*falls over* hey lotesse. *hic* i think you need to restock on absinthe* shockingly...*hic* low on it....*gets back up on chair* Anyone got a p..pillow?
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12-11-2005, 07:49 PM
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Are you seeing things yet? *Gently positions pillow underneath Shah's head, takes away absinthe glass.* It'll make you have interesting hallucinations if you drink enough of it. Here, here's some ginger ale for those hiccups. *puts straw in ginger ale bottle, puts it up to Shah's lips* Drink, and try holding your breath for as long as you can after you take a sip. Plus, if you do that, you'll get even BETTER hallucinations! *watches Shah with morbid interest, waiting for something neat to happen.*
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12-11-2005, 07:59 PM
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*Shah reaches again for the absinthe*
Shah: Hey, fork it over...*tries to grab it, but eyesight is playing tricks on her* Dammit, it's right here! Neh! *in reality its on an entirely different table* Shah: erg...*drinks the ginger ale, which rebels in her throat* Gak! *coughs it back up, just as she spots pink sheep walking across the cafe* Shah: What the? *she gets up suddenly and heads for the door* Where are all those pink sheep comming from? haha, leroy has a hat! *thinks she sees a pink sheep dancing on leroys head. Shah: Hey Leroy! Hold still! you got a sheep on your head! *takes aim witha blaster* Leroy:*waking up and seeing a plastered Shah take aim with ablaster* WHOA!! *dodges out of the way and leap tackles Shah taking her down* Shah: AH! Mad creature! *a terrific scuffle ensues, Shah thinking that Leroy is an alien trying to eat her, and Leroy trying not to get force nailed*
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Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. |
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12-11-2005, 08:05 PM
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Lotesse is rendered momentarily speechless, afraid to laugh and draw attention to herself, lest Shah sees her as something dangerous or strange. Stares at Shah and Leroy, fascinated, waiting for more interesting stuff to happen.
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12-11-2005, 08:07 PM
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Just saw your vent, Shah
 Multiple *Moothugs* You did great, and I love knowing you. [/serious] OK, I need a drink, too - am going out with my sister-in-law and her hubby and their 2 kiddos and my 2 youngest - and bro-in-law can be snarky sometimes ...
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. I should be doing the laundry, but this is MUCH more fun!  Ñá ë?* óú éä ïöü Öñ É Þ ð ß ® ç Ã¥ â„¢ æ ♪ ?*"How lovely are Thy dwelling places, O Lord of hosts! ... For a day in Thy courts is better than a thousand outside." (from Psalm 84) * * * God rocks! Entmoot : Veni, vidi, velcro - I came, I saw, I got hooked! Ego numquam pronunciare mendacium, sed ego sum homo indomitus! Run the earth and watch the sky ... Auta i lómë! Aurë entuluva! |
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12-11-2005, 08:10 PM
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(i actually did have an absnithe trip not unlike this, my friend invited me drinking night before last night, adn i drowned my sorrows in a bottle and a half of absinthe. still not seeing to well, fortunatly i have plenty of drinking experiece)
*the scuffle ends with leroy getting blasted into a far corner of the teacup, unmoving* Shah: erg...*is pretty ripped up* aliens? *looks around and spots Lotesse* who...? enemy? *picks up fallen blaster on the ground and raises it at lotesse*
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Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. |
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12-11-2005, 08:13 PM
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Lotesse holds up full new bottle of absinthe, as a parley gesture. Tries not to look concerned. Fingers stun-gun in pocket. Tries to smile disarmingly.
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12-11-2005, 08:15 PM
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*Shah shakes her head no, and backs away, not seeing lotesse as lotesse but as an old enemy*
Lotesse: *to herself* shoot this is is a bad trip! *shah falls over, but not before she blasts Lotesse and gets nailed in return*
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Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. |
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12-11-2005, 08:15 PM
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Half-Elven Princess of Rabbit Trails and Harp-Wielding Administrator (beware the Rubber Chicken of Doom!)
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*RÃ*an gets herself a drink out of Nurvi's private stock and downs it!*
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. I should be doing the laundry, but this is MUCH more fun! Ñá ë?* óú éä ïöü Öñ É Þ ð ß ® ç Ã¥ â„¢ æ ♪ ?*"How lovely are Thy dwelling places, O Lord of hosts! ... For a day in Thy courts is better than a thousand outside." (from Psalm 84) * * * God rocks! Entmoot : Veni, vidi, velcro - I came, I saw, I got hooked! Ego numquam pronunciare mendacium, sed ego sum homo indomitus! Run the earth and watch the sky ... Auta i lómë! Aurë entuluva! |
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12-11-2005, 08:21 PM
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Lotesse pulls self up, and limps carefully over to the stunned, prone Shah, picks Shah up, carries her to the big guest bedroom off the V.I.P. lounge, with one good hand calls Dr. Butterbeer on cellphone.
"Hello? BB? Yeah, listen, we got a situation over here. What? No, not that, it's Shah, she's f**kin' ODing on us man. Absinthe. *pause* No way am I doing that. I'll wait for you." Snaps cellphone shut, the noise causes Shah to stir and moan a little. Dammit! What do I do? BB, Dr. Grey Wolf, SOMEone, we need help over here.
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12-11-2005, 08:25 PM
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(augh! what ever will happen to these two? will shah go to moot jail? or worse, will she OD and die?! Stay tuned for the next post in about 90 seconds! Btw, what would lotesse not do?)
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12-11-2005, 08:30 PM
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Shah I just don't see ever getting locked up in mootjail, even for drunk in public or being under the influence. Anyway, I'd cover for you. If it comes down to it, I'll take the rap 4 ya; after all, I've already been to mootjail. Ain't no thang to me.
You'll be O.k., I think maybe if you eat some oatmeal with brown sugar, and some nice banana bread or something, the wholesome food will help you feel better and take the edge off those pink sheep. Watch out for those neon-blue elephants wearing overalls and Lucille Ball wigs, though. *stifles cruel giggle under hand.*
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12-11-2005, 08:34 PM
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*shah wakes up and promptly tries to sit up, only to fail*
Shah: blue elephants...? *eyes come into focus* AH! *sees lotesse and grabs her* *Lotesse is stunned, and amazed that the bad trip isnt over* Lotesse: get ahold of yourself! *whacks shah, who lets her go but gets out of bed and edges for the door, limping* Shah: no, no elephants, i killed them all! flops down in chair near the door, unable to stand* enemies abound! must...erg...escape..*passes in and out of conciousness* (two bottles of absinthe will do that too you, mixed with vodka and whiskey...killer! I am never going to go drinking with that particular friend ever again)
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Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. |
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12-11-2005, 08:39 PM
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Oh dear... Sane sweetheart, come over here and sit down...
*Pulls Sane down onto the couch and holds her* Just stay with me till you sober up dear.
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12-11-2005, 08:41 PM
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I need to get outa here for a while, I have stuff to do in RL. Are you gonna be O.K.? *ducks as object goes whizzing past my head.* Obviously, you're getting much better. *edges along wall, carefully backs out of room, shuts door. Something else smashes against door from the inside.* Yeah, she'll be O.K.! Thank Melkor that Lady M showed up, just in time, too.
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12-11-2005, 08:42 PM
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*recognizes Lady M from out of the haze and does attack, for fear of being whacked with various fryingpans*
Shah: fine...*passes out* Lotesse: *peaks into the cafe* Alls clear? *goes over to leroy and sees if he is okay*
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12-11-2005, 08:44 PM
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*Leroy's sitting sullenly by the fireplace, licking his huge paw where he fell on it. Doesn't want to talk about it. *
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12-11-2005, 08:46 PM
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aw, poor leroy...
*much later shah wakes up and convinces Lady M she's okay* Shah: *walks over to leroy* Sorry buddy...really. I dont know what came over me...stupid really. forgive me? *Leroy looks at her then starts to pur* Aw, thats my buddy! *flags maggie to come over an curl up next to leroy*
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Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. |
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12-11-2005, 08:48 PM
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*Joins Sane and Leroy, bringing hot chocolate.*
Just finished putting together my last portfolio, all that's left to do now is to turn it in, do my laundry and pack. *purrs happily*
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