so I think I am winning now.
Think again.
MATT DAMON!!!
*thumps its hand into the table*
There is a question that begs to be asked. How did you lose $500 between the table and the bar?
The OP has returned? Save the women and children! It's Armageddon !
I think you mean Karmageddon, at least for the puppet. I'll enjoy watching.
Matt Damon...
So, some people want you dead. It's nothing new. Just don't try a new dealer any time soon
Where is my catnip julip, anyway? Yo, puppet!
Matt... Damon...
Oh, shazbot, you've done it now. He's gonna think you're Jimmy Kimmel and he's gonna reenact the end of Scarface. *hides behind the bar*
I think you have the wrong thread.
Just what we needed. Another psycho.
Where is that psycho?
*points at gran rey*
Just so long as it's not my pelt he's after.
MATT DAMON!!!
No, he said he's not buying any drinks because he spent $500 to watch that cross-dresser eat olives out of the bartender's belly button. He's also upset because he feels no one is giving him any respect. He's worked all these years to command a multi-million dollar salary and establish himself as a fixture in Hollywood. But no one cares. They just walk all over his dreams and trash his art. He feels like he is the new Andy Warhol, though he should be respected at least as much as Frida Kahlo. Um, he also says "Say hello to my little friend!".
Hey, I live with people who are crazy all the time. They're called telecommunications software engineers. Crazy doesn't scare me. People who try to text and drive at the same time scare me.
$500?! You can see that for free in downtown San Fran. For $500 it should at least be a cross-dressing frost giant belly dancer named Rita, and the bartender should be Martian.
Matt... damon...
Matt DAMON!!!
MATT DAAAAAAAMON!!!!!!!
*hoists a little wooden replica of some kind of automatic weapon, spraying it across the room to stunningly little effect*
You know I can't repeat half of what you said. Where did you learn those words? Are they even real?
Again with the crazy speak.
No, I don't want a Matt Damon. Turpentine and club soda is not a drink.
It should be, and I'm winning.
You said a dirty word there.
No, I don't want a Matt Damon. Turpentine and club soda is not a drink.It should be, and I'm winning.
Sounds a lot like Retsina.
win
wininin!
you wish
In your dreams.
huzzzah!
I could use some bacon.
mine
Fine, I'll buy my own.
You did, but I pounced on you coming out of the grocery store and ate it.
Buying groceries? You know who else bought groceries? That's right, Adolf Hitler!
Yay Godwin!
Well, you know else who sat around while atrocities were committed? That's right, Matt Damon.