Jackstar Is Single Again (was: "Re: Grapefruit was raped & murdered last night."

[WORTHAUGERa]

I possess what is frequently referred to as “Having the old finger on the pulse” of the situation.

I owe you a couple of drinks and a slice of toast. Sourdough or rye, take your pick — it’ll be totes added up as all the same.

This is exciting… isn’t it? We practice selective annihilation of mayors and government officials for example, to create a vacuum. Then, we fill that vacuum. As popular war advances… peace is closer.

There is no final frontier. It’s asses and elbows, all the way up.

[Innerreach]

I owe you a couple of drinks and a slice of toast. Sourdough or rye, take your pick — it’ll be totes added up as all the same.

This is exciting… isn’t it? We practice selective annihilation of mayors and government officials for example, to create a vacuum. Then, we fill that vacuum. As popular war advances… peace is closer.

There is no final frontier. It’s asses and elbows, all the way up.

Make those drinks an Old Fashioned, and you already know that two ain’t gonna cut it.

Cheers, then. 🍻

[Master Trollda]

I’ll join you...but instead of a gay drink I’ll have a double single malt scotch on the rocks, please. Ta.

[WORTHAUGERa]

you already know that two ain’t gonna cut it.

Don’t skimp on the salt—that dog won’t hunt without it.

I’ll have a double single malt scotch on the rocks, please.

Well… you’re buying; have what you like. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[Master Trollda]

Don’t skimp on the salt—that dog won’t hunt without it.


Well… you’re buying; have what you like. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

No dice. I’m already down the road, you cheap bastard.

[Innerreach]

I’ll join you...but instead of a gay drink I’ll have a double single malt scotch on the rocks, please. Ta.

I drink bourbon by the barrel, Trollda.

#I’m going to crush you at whiskey-pong ⚔️

When you pass out, I'm shaving an eyebrow, bro.

Believe dat shit, dawg.

[WORTHAUGERa]

When you pass out, I'm shaving an eyebrow, bro.

Stop asking me questions and JUST SELL ME A G-DDAMN TICKET!!!

[WORTHAUGERa]

I’m already down the road

Where we’re going… we don’t need roads.

[Innerreach]

Stop asking me questions and JUST SELL ME A G-DDAMN TICKET!!!

Coming soon, to a CC NEAR YOU!

[WORTHAUGERa]

I drink bourbon by the barrel

I’ve already given an old, disused barrel (yet, an highly authentic one) to The Nigger Lord as an early birthday present, so this is no joking matter. He’s not moving real fast on putting The Iron Still together, but now that I have decreed—via Royal Edict, last week, it’s totes #Official—that the word “dragon” now means “nigger” and the word “Nigger” means “Dragon,” I fully expect effective executive actions to be taken quite quickly indeed.

WARNING: Do not taunt Happy Nigger Lord. If Happy Nigger Lord begins to smoke… RUN.

[Innerreach]

I’ve already given an old, disused barrel (yet, an highly authentic one) to The Nigger Lord as an early birthday present, so this is no joking matter. He’s not moving real fast on putting The Iron Still together, but now that I have decreed—via Royal Edict, last week, it’s totes #Official—that the word “dragon” now means “nigger” and the word “Nigger” means “Dragon,” I fully expect effective executive actions to be taken quite quickly indeed.

WARNING: Do not taunt Happy Nigger Lord. If Happy Nigger Lord begins to smoke… RUN.

All those aliases, and I'm still contemplating a nickname for my disco-stick.

#Nigger Dick

Done, thanks. 😉

[WORTHAUGERa]

All those aliases

Dude. We’re artistes. That makes them noms de plume, you fancy-pants bourgeois pipe–layin’ Komodo.

That’s it, I’ve had it: I’m buying you five drinks now, and one of them from the start is going straight into the humidifier tank—as a warning to the rest, which isn’t really fair unless someone starts paying for all these glasses that will inevitably be thrown into the fireplace at the effigy… at least, while it’s still virginal.

And… scene.

[Innerreach]

Dude. We’re artistes. That makes them noms de plume, you fancy-pants bourgeois pipe–layin’ Komodo.

That’s it, I’ve had it: I’m buying you five drinks now, and one of them from the start is going straight into the humidifier tank—as a warning to the rest, which isn’t really fair unless someone starts paying for all these glasses that will inevitably be thrown into the fireplace at the effigy… at least, while it’s still virginal.

And… scene.

Monday evenings don't conclude much better than this.

God Bless America, and God Bless The CC!

Yours truly, Founder & President of The CC

[Jackstar]

God Bless The CC!

Klan MakLeod sends regards.

[Innerreach]

Klan MakLeod sends regards.

That's because he's just as precocious as a carpenter as he is a diplomat.