Okay. Anuther beer sounds gewd right abou' now. I guess the truck can wait.
*sprshshsh*
GAH! Valegrim these beers 're all shookin' up! Whyn't you tell me that?
Well, thars a sore lotta holes in mah truck still from last month's hun'n trip. Thasalottawerk.
I rekun I'll wait'l we kill them beers and see if ups up.
An even if up's down and down's up...I think we can fix yer truck. Everywun does their work drunk. Plumbers. Doctors. The president...
waddayaexpect; dees beers is imported den I draw all dah fire out to effect a refreshing brew; now, dat said; dat one wasnt supposed ta be fer you; was hoping one of the ladies would git it ifn you know what I mean...now..hmm
we aight seen any lately; where be Lilith, n Tegan, n da rest; dem all in a pow wow can't bode good fer usn.
better drink up while ya can
<snap> refills drinks.
sho nuff
Sho nuff
Ah declare that both a y'all plum lost yer minds.
And Valegrim, knowin now what I now know, I wish I coulda' given a beer to wunna' them ladies. Heck, we coulda' given it to wunna' them hippie ladies. They're crazy, but I hear tell they don't wear bras.
shore nuf; dem hippies got a right proper lovely wiggle to em; hehe why do you think we hang here so much; good food; beer; hippies down by the river; a nice all girl volleyball game going on across the way; encumbant invasions of undead to shoot at and a friendly police feller who stops by now an agin and we git all kinds o funny visitors; this is like a shore plumb piece o heavon; besides; when you see one o da nice girly types around you can always shake up a beer fer um; here <snap> shake up dis 6 pack and go fer a walk down by the river; ifn yer brave you might put some daisies in yer pocket er somethin you sure to git some company. Ist jez fishing; you need da right bait. git you a raight playful one; well, she opens the bottle it sprays; say oops; offer another; it sprays; oops offer another; hehe you might git a right playful one; ifn you like um bigger I kin russle you up a keg er two.
ayup...
chaw?
jes' shootin' varmints.
come on nah; dont be shootin da snugglebunnies
Hell-O.
I´m back.
?
erm... hello?
Heya
<hands R-type a tall glass o beer and pulled pork bbq samich with all da fixins>
taking a whole load of hot poppers off the grill; the efreeti passes them around to go with the PBR.
hmph..., mummy, can i go out ´n drink some br?
Ah'm thinkin' mebbe dem gremmins made off wid da wimmin-foke. Dem ur da heppehs, wunna da utha.
Or mebbe CH hazzem hidden summairs all fer hisself.
<yells>
HEY! CH! Fess up! Y'alls got dem wimmin-foke hidden a-way, dontchas?!?
<muttering>
An' all y'alls'd be all see-prized 'bout whut Ah kin do wid mah hammah. Yeh.... Dis mah hammah, willy'all?
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<gittin thirsty>
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les round up a posse n have usn uh gremin hunt n git ur wimmin folk back so we kin gib em some beers all shook up; be raight back; gonna gits me shootin irons.
Nah. Iss jes' me, resahklin' dat PBR. Too much'n a good thayng.
But put mah name down fer sum hippeh gremmin huntin' too!
Ah think them gremmins r back scrooin wit da words again. Gonna hafta reload, Ah gess.
An' it's OK, CH... Ah trusts ya. Ah wuz only joshin' anyway.
*a cloud of dust and a loud truck come sliding into the yard*
HEY FELLERS! Anythin' left in tha still, Ah'm about as parched as that Seeharra Desert. *Bear hugs everybody. Turns up a 5 gallon bucket to sit on*
How y'all been doin'? Ain't seen ya in a coons age. Ever since ah gaht mah truck fixed I been drahvn around a lot. Went out ta west Texas an spent sum tahm with mah uncle an his family.
How's da heppy sitcheashun? Ah'm ready fer some huntin'. Got mah shotgun sawed off and got a lot a salt rock ready tah burn some heppy butts.