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I was freebasing a hit of First Nation Privilege in the speakeasy booth over bad gin and a few musty lagers when it hit me.

"Fuck.  FUCK...."

"You finally hit too much of that crap?" Roger offhandedly mentioned.

"They cut our shi..." was about all I got out.  No good.  We got burned, and I has been hitting off a bag padded out with cultural appropriation.

"I need feathers."  My eyes were wide.  Stock straight, and trying to immitate a nickel I'd seen once.

"OK.  You're not new to this, ride it out.  And you sound like a tool."

"Some braids.  I don't care, I've ripped enough Irish through my nose, I'm the next best thing to Blackfoot..."  I was removng my trousers and improvising a breechclout from my shirt.  I was eyeing the barkeep's toupe for a scalp to hang from my belt.

"Cut teh crap.  Fast.  We've got work to do and I need you at least passing for professional"

"Don't make me pull a fucking rain dance!  I'm thunderbird material right now.  I need to use every part of a whole hobo to buckskin some..."

About then Roger kaiboshed my misbegotten high with a barstool.  I woke up in the trunk a few hours later a boot of the ford.

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day salvaged

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 :lulz:
I'm either about to run my mouth like a CHAMP of puke down her t-shirt

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Best musical ever  :lulz:

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Back home my head still spun.  What the deuce had I seen?  The massive sailor dancing up a storm, gunning down nuns, Eoc DRIVING.  I pulled a bottle of Miss Cleo's Jamaican ginger beer out of the icebox.  It'd settle my stomach, at least. 

I pondered another line, or a few dozen drinks, but put that aside.  Needed to level out, maintain for later, had to be seen having a certain appreciation, a certain appetite.  Part of the job.  Don't just TAKE the resource, RELISH it.  "Reverend" kept the straight face, so I played the unhinged one.  At least until EoC was around, then we'd tag team while the other watched our asses.

I sighed, and heaved my gunny sack onto the table.  Time to run some oil and a few pairs of silk knickers through the tommy, see what kind of mess the cheap ammo had left this time.

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At some point we need to accidentally cause the Boston Molasses Flood

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I am sorry for nothing.  Blitzed on privilege it would be irresponsible to NOT shoddily imitate the tropes of gangster hop-hop.

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Merry Christmas and Christmas Eve, you wonderful bastards, you.

Not so merry.  You remember Charley (the guy who kept shooting Dom's character in the back?)

He died today, at age 33, of heart failure.

Between this and Hats closing up shop, this is the worst Christmas in a very long time.

I don't know anyone you're talking about, but you have my sympathies.

Charley was this guy I knew from the game store who would give you the shirt off of his back, and never once in the 8 years I knew him ever got mad at anyone (that I know of).

Turns out he died on the 23rd, but I didn't hear about it until today.  He worked out for the first time in years, rehabbing from knee surgery, and apparently busted a clot loose.  Just one of those things.

Damn : (

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http://www.toolstation.com/shop/p92129?utm_source=googleshopping&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=googleshoppingfeed&mkwid=s9z4mI7CA_dc&pcrid=46334964623&pkw=&pmt=&gclid=Cj0KEQiAqemzBRDh2vGKmMnqoegBEiQA

I picked up a couple of these a while ago, solved a few problems.

I suspect it may either solve this one or give you stunning blackmail material, depending on the culprit.

I've thought about it, and I have decided I don't want this to ever be solved.   :lulz:

If you're ever possessed by the malice towards this, I have ideas.

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 :argh!: I suppose I am to ea4 the cheetos and drink of mountainmdew as well.

I may explode, or sharpen a game console

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I made a ridiculous amount of money today.

Which is good, because medical bills.  Also, TGRR dental surgery starting tomorrow.  I may not be in my usual pleasant good mood for the next week or so.



Oh, my... good luck with the dental surgery, I hate that stuff! But it usually makes everything better.

Yeah, my front tooth cracked vertically.  Since it's already had a root canal, there's no fixing it.  So out it comes, then they drill a hole in my skull, sink an anchor, and put a false tooth on the anchor.

Airports are gonna be HILARIOUS now.

You're gonna put a platinum tooth in, right?

Nope.  Just regular old ceramic.  I'm a utilitarian.  I may go with stainless steel.

I can see chrome steel alloys becoming a sort of silver to scavengers of the wreckage we leave behind.  Mithril and shit, strange, holy, and less tarnishable that anything else they dig up. 

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Driving in Boston is easy.  Just contract with mad Gods, and you'll know well, the ever-shifting roads.  Same with central Mass., the southeastern reaches, or Providence.  Each one you learn will take a little more..
(Why they are loathe to travel)

Leln gets free subscriptions.   Professional courtesy.

EoC knows well at least TWO of these areas, and is the man he is today because of it.  Even with a vehicle heavily ladden with yeti goofballs he can scream across Boston the RIGHT way.  The way that doesn't get you stopped because you're obviously PART of the madness, not just a scared posser running from it.   

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Rhode Island has something they charmingly call "conservation or rotaries".  Each state gets a certain number, regardless of size, and has to use them all. 

A cunning driver could, if the valves on his viking longcar were failing for example,  drive most of the way across the state using said rotaries, centripetal force, and certain spacer's tricks to keep moving.


Turn signals are an invitation for everyone else to cut you off.  A CHALLENGE.  NOT IN MY LINE YOU GRANNY SHIFTING SONOFABITCH.

 

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The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: Were Pogs a Thing?
« on: August 03, 2015, 10:21:02 pm »
FER Fucksake.  Really.

Case your pogs scene.  Show up.  Don't flash some shiny slammers or shit unless your're a damn master.  See how they play.  Don't pry, so they know you're not some narc looking into gambling, or trying to expose them as cover for a drug or felatio ring.

If they play hex, or don't, watch. Be cool.  Ask, but be ready to get rejected a few times if they've got a tourney or some shit on.  Bide your time, let them see you.

If you don't and you're walking home funny with a pig tube lodged up yo ass don't blame me.

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