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You didn't wear a condom when cybering?

Dude, it's better than the alternatives. Where'd ABOBO get to anyhow?

Is Rod Saddam Hussein? Anyway, I'll sign. Now, here's your Guiness.

Hi Rod. And of course you can get a Guiness here, because this bar has absolutely nothing to do with chave's bar at the UGS. Hinest.

WJM went home about an hour ago, and I can't see NYF. Ew... WJM didn't go home. And kudos to you for making the barmaids wear skirts. (wink wink, nudge nudge). No, seriously, she went home. I wlked her back and then locked her in her cage. Who the fuck have you been fucking?

WJM went home about an hour ago, and I can't see NYF. Ew...

I smell a barfight!

Trust me, this works. I knew you were thinking of him! Bastard. Honey, this was before I met you in that Leather shoppe. We met in "Pirate Pete's Cat Emporium". You never remember stuff like that! *runs back to pub, crying* But Baby, you have to at least give me half credit. Afterall,we were both wearing leather then. Ah yes. Our eyes met across a crowded cat emporium, both naked except for a leather cap. That's when I knew we were destined to be together...

Truly, he is the new Norm...

I'll have some champagne. I'll have a FOOSTER~!

Okay, but neither are with WJM in the stock room. Or the kitchen. Is behind the DJ booth OK? I'll bring an air mattress. If I catch you guys shagging, your both sacked. You better not fuck when I'm online...

Trust me, this works. I knew you were thinking of him! Bastard. Honey, this was before I met you in that Leather shoppe. We met in "Pirate Pete's Cat Emporium". You never remember stuff like that! *runs back to pub, crying*

:::walks away quickly::: :::pours drink::: :::brings it back:: ::runs and hides behind the door::: Have you done barwork before?

Okay, but neither are with WJM in the stock room. Or the kitchen.

I call mistress d'affaires. <cracks whip> WJM, you're way behind on your tabs... bend over. ....did anyone else find that more erotic than CC/WJM? Or am I just weird? Yes on both counts.

Okay, but if anyone asks you your age, lie. And no shagging Zack in the store room. We stil need a cook, a cleaner and a few more barmaids, as well as anything else people can think of. Why not!? I take the stress out of her workday. I call resident DJ. Cool, but make way for drunk guys doing karaoke to try and woo the barmaids. AND NO SLEEPING WITH WJM IN THE FUCKING STOCKROOM!

You got your drink. You finished it 10 minutes ago. Want annother one?

I call mistress d'affaires. <cracks whip> WJM, you're way behind on your tabs... bend over. Done. Marney's the pubs dominatix.

Trust me, this works. I knew you were thinking of him! Bastard.

This pub has taken a turn for the surreal...

Dip it in your Vodka. That should liven it up a bit.

Sure, but keep your eye on JSYK. He's an amourous drunk...

Hell yeah! And, conveniently, it's got every song that you or anyone else knows... :: walks over, fiddles with machine :: :: grabs mic :: Lollipop! Lollipop! Ooh Lalli Lolli Lalli Lollipop! Lollipop! Ooh Lalli Lolli Lalli Lollipop! *POP* Badumdumdum... Dammit, I nearly dropped my glass at that!

Anyone consider I just left the computer without closing Netscape? NO! Now get in my pub to drown your sorrows.

I really can't think of a witty response. Bastard. What do you want?