May 7th, 2007, 23:58
Join Date: Oct 2003
Location: Lower Mainland, British Columbia - Canada
...there isn't enough water in all the oceans in all of the world to rehydrate me in any way what so ever...
Oh, Captain Morgan (White & Black)...
Oh, Bacardi (White & Black)...
& you other heathen beverages that have left me a shattered husk, a wretching, dry heaving, convulsing shell of a former human being...
What hath thou wrought upon me!?
Why am I plagued by these demons constantly at war within my head!?
Why does my mouth feel as though I have eaten several bowls of finely sifted sand, as well as several pairs of filthy wool socks, & a bag of kitty litter...?
Why does my stomach sound like a pack of wild dogs fighting over the last baby kitten?
But more importantly, when can we go out & do it again!?
That was a party!
Originally Posted by Danke
Quite the thread; seen the return of Savage Haggis and the end of an empire.