THE ADMIN TEAM HAS HAD A SECRET MEETING AND COME TO AN IMPORTANT CONCLUSION:

[Triple Zero]

THE ADMIN TEAM HAS HAD A SECRET MEETING AND COME TO AN IMPORTANT CONCLUSION:
We all like drinking.

YAY DEMOCRACY

and

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm beer

[Shibboleet The Annihilator]

We all like drinking.

WHY WAS THE MODERATION TEAM EXCLUDED FROM THIS MEETING!? THIS IS HORSESHIT!

I assure you, the title of moderator is misleading.

[East Coast Hustle]

actually the other mods were included, you were left out because nobody could remember what your name was this week due to the aforementioned drinking.

[Shibboleet The Annihilator]

I'm torn between ridiculing you fuckers and respecting your alcoholism.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

I'm torn between ridiculing you fuckers and respecting your alcoholism.

You can't really understand America until you've puked up a kidney.

[Shibboleet The Annihilator]

I'm still on my lunch.

TTM/G7P/ETC.,
-noob.

[the last yatto]

Just got a bottle of knob whiskey and franjeliko

[Roaring Biscuit!]

It's 8:55 am and I am pissed on whiskey, I have not slept since yesterday.  Does this mean I am also teh mod?

[East Coast Hustle]

NO. APPLICATION FOR MOD OR ADMIN STATUS IS CONTINGENT UPON CHUGGING ENTIRE 5TH OF CHEAP BOURBON IN UNDER 30 MINUTES, THEN STABBING HOBO IN NECK WITH BROKEN BOTTLE. PLEASE ATTACH JAGGED BOTTLENECK AND CHUNK OF HOBO NECK TO APPLICATION FORM.

[Cramulus]

I like the idea of making people temporary mods for like 15 minutes after they drank an entire 5th of bourbon.

[Richter]

Suu and GS gave me a 5th of cheap scotch.  It's the distilled essence of despairing orphans who didn't make the cut for Dicken's novels, with a side of acid reflux.  I can vomit with sufficient force to clear boots and beard, and continue drinking wihtout missing a beat.  You know my qualifications from the board, and I can provide references in regards to my dim view of human motivations. 

Please contact me to schedule interview.

[East Coast Hustle]

HOBO NECK CHUNK ATTACHED TO FORMS OR GTFO! 

[Cain]

That's what held up Cram's application for so long.  He kept bringing us homo necks...

[Richter]

HOBO NECK CHUNK ATTACHED TO FORMS OR GTFO! 

Was in the mail.  Not my fault of your local Post Office can't keep seagulls off.

[East Coast Hustle]

I'm torn between ridiculing you fuckers and respecting your alcoholism.

Last time I tried to share my alcoholism with you, you buggered off after only 4 or 5 pitchers, which was a shame since it meant you totally missed out on the bottle of Hick Juice I brought with me.