Blocked

Briar · October 22, 2009, 08:42:18 PM

:'(

Ungatt Trunn II · October 22, 2009, 08:44:32 PM

It's too late Briar. Night Wolf has submitted to the "Crowd". Lower the flags to half stand and bring me my damned vodka.

AoU · October 22, 2009, 08:47:18 PM

Get me a Luger, my life is over.

Briar · October 22, 2009, 08:48:08 PM

*hands Ungatt a shot*

*plays taps on trumpet*

AoU · October 22, 2009, 08:48:49 PM

Quit your trumpeting, trumpeter!

Ungatt Trunn II · October 22, 2009, 08:50:19 PM

*Hands AoU a shot*

Gentleman do not partake without proper drink.

Briar · October 22, 2009, 08:52:03 PM

In memory of our dear spammer, Night Wolf.

AoU · October 22, 2009, 08:52:55 PM

What sort of vodka is this? It's not commie Ruskie stuff, is it?

Night Wolf · October 22, 2009, 08:53:46 PM

Quote from: Ungatt Trunn II on October 22, 2009, 08:39:41 PM
It's all a set up. If someone only wants you for acting a certain way that is not yourself, you will only meet misfortune, and misfortune is going to shoot you in the leg, burn you, and piss on your corpse.

But it is who I am. Im not drunk when I got to the club. :P
Im just not shy anymore.(drunk or not)

Why you not sharing ur vodka?
Oh *picks up trumpet and plays along with Briar*

Ungatt Trunn II · October 22, 2009, 08:57:13 PM

Night Wolf, go away. We are having a melodramatic ceremony. When the leader of SRA gives up on himself, all officers of the SRA drink, then "final solutions", while the scribe records the event.

Night Wolf · October 22, 2009, 08:58:46 PM

But thats the thing I havent givin up on myself. Quite the opposite old chap.

Briar · October 22, 2009, 08:59:30 PM

*records madly*

AoU · October 22, 2009, 09:01:16 PM

Take an account of that one time at band camp, Briar.

Briar · October 22, 2009, 09:02:03 PM

if playing trumpet was easy....it would be your mom.

Ungatt Trunn II · October 22, 2009, 09:02:19 PM

*Makes easier for Briar*

"Wrong!" Said the General, responding to Chairman Night Wolf. "On these forums, we communicate with text only," His tone saddened, "A personality change, is like DEATH!" He took yet another gulp of his vodka. "We are true officers, following you to the end! If you die, then so shall we!" The General then spat in Night Wolf's face. "Drink some of that, OLD CHAP!"