Ye Olde Phong's Head Cantina and Bierkeller - The rebirth

Taera · #1 July 3rd, 2003, 07:40 AM

NEW free beer you mean

((EDIT: EEK, i wrote BEAR

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[ July 03, 2003, 06:40: Message edited by: Taera ]

Lurker Above · #2 July 3rd, 2003, 07:50 AM

nuts, number 11 (by my poorly contrived, slightly wonky, 3rd grader's math). ah well. this being my first post, a big hello to everyone, i'll be your residant lurker and person-who-doesn't-know-what-they're-saying for the next little while, in the unlikey event of an emergency, offer more free booze

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Taera · #3 July 3rd, 2003, 07:58 AM

lurker is, like, that thing with six legs that loves burrowing and hatches from a half-meter tall egg right??

((Starcraft flashback))

Taera · #4 July 3rd, 2003, 07:58 AM

umm this is not THe Nonsense Thread.
Whats there to drink for a minor bug?

Growltigger · #5 July 3rd, 2003, 11:50 AM

Hey hey hey, partying is my business, and business is good!

Erax, the cantina desparately needs a handyman, the job is yours, your interview for the job is to see how "handy" you can be with that Gisella Bundchen clone. I expect plan of attack, order of engagement and a pictorial summary of the result...

OK, cue the oompah band, cue the latin and broadway dancers, cue the jumping monks of jerusalem, cue the morroccan gnou dancers, cue the party,, cue the free booze, cue Mac's colostomy bag, cue the Liz Hurley clones for him, cue the balloons, cue the disco ball, cue cleaning off all those crappy death metal posters RD put up... LETSSSSSSSSS PARRRRTYTTTTYYTYYTTYY

Where is Taz behind the bar when you need him?!

Gryphin · #6 July 4th, 2003, 01:20 AM

Wipes the pizza from my face
Drops it in macs beer
Takes the tribble wing lodged in my muustache and ueses it to prop macs mouth open.
Pours a secrete, "Fire that burs for 50 years sause" donwn his throat.

Growltigger · #7 July 4th, 2003, 01:42 AM

Wahey, this is brilliant. We have had the new Cantina open for all of 30 seconds and Gryphin is already enacting cartoon violence on Mac.

Growltigga pulls out his trusty cricket bat and proceeds to ding RD across the head as hard as possible.... whilst the wretched metalhead is staggering, GT borrows a couple of cymbals from the oompah band and whams them across RD's kopf too BOINNNNGGGGGGGGGG

See Mac in the corner, GT pulls out his trusty red hot poker handcannon (ooh I missed that) and proceeds to shoots a bolt up the old chap's backside... sizzle sizzle sizzle.....

Yipeee BAARRRRR FIGGGGHHHHTTTTTT

The kitchen doors open and a horde of diminutive cowboys come charging out to join into the fray