Ye New Galactic Bar & Grill & Phong's Head Cantina - After Hours

[Trajan]

Trajan sits idley by with the remains of his legionaires. Noticing the oily pillow fight between Raging and Timstone, Trajan immediately sends a runner with message to Mr. Tigga.

----The note reads----
"Dear Sir,

Two men pillow fighting in an oil covered boxing ring is a bit "out of the ordinary". Might it be possible to get FBW's inside the ring instead of two men? I know that legionaires were infamous for their "diVersions" but I think we'd all prefer to see FBW's rather than Deadstar and Timstone.

Anyhow...Cheers!
Trajan"

[Timstone]

Yeah, it seems that I've won my first boxing game ever! Jeehaa!
Thanks for the victory RD, you're quite the sport.

Now, I really have to get some inspiration for a closing part of my story. Afterall we're still trapped in another dimension in an other time.

RD: Any luck with the file you requested?

[ October 28, 2002, 20:29: Message edited by: Timstone ]

[Raging Deadstar]

*Raging Deadstars eyes light up and he motions to timstone to clean and then fill the ring with beer. Timstone puzzled carries out this request. RD Runs out of the room and pulls out a mini blackhole that he throws against the wall and jumps through, soon returning with a couple of the finest women from the deadstar continuum.*

GT doesn't own them yet so let the fun begin!

*The women so begin attacking each other with pillows, Mac's heart keeps stalling and trajan gets so excited he jumps in between the fighting Women who i might add are in lingerie just for the patrons of this good cantina, Trajan gets dragged to the corner and is given a good stern talking about harassing the soon to be FBW's, which includes a large sledgehammer, and anvil and Trajans lower anatomy!*

The pillow fighting women are now under GT's ownership, after all, i did waste his time with the lawsuit against rags, heres my apology and i give him permission to get involved

[Timstone]

Yeah, more pillow fights! More beuatifull women from the Deadstar Continuum!

[Trajan]

Trajan -- ever mindful of Mrs. Trajan's "Rules" immediately produces the following:

APPLICATION FOR A NIGHT OUT WITH THE BOYS

Name of Boyfriend/Fiancé/Husband:

I request permission for a leave of absence from the highest authority in my life for the following period:
Date:
Time of departure:
Time of return NOT to exceed:

Should permission be granted, I do solemnly swear to only visit the locations stated below, at the stated times. I agree to refrain from hitting on or flirting with other women. I shall not even speak to another female, except as expressly permitted in writing below. I will not turn off my mobile after two pints, nor shall I consume above the allowed volume of alcohol without first phoning for a taxi AND calling you for a verbal waiver of said alcohol allowance. I understand that even if permission is granted to go out, my girlfriend/fiancé/wife retains the right to be pissed off with me the following week for no valid reason whatsoever.

Amount of alcohol allowed (units)
Beer:
Wine:
Liquor:
Total:

Locations to be visited
Location: From: To:
Location: From: To:
Location: From: To:

Females with whom conversation
is permitted:________________________________________ __________________________________________________

IMPORTANT – STRIPPER CLAUSE: Notwithstanding the female contact permitted above, I promise to refrain from coming within one hundred (100) feet of a stripper or exotic dancer. Violation of this Stripper Clause shall be grounds for immediate termination of the relationship.

I acknowledge my position in life. I know who wears the troUsers in our relationship, and I agree it’s not me. I promise to abide by your rules & regulations. I understand that this is going to cost me a fortune in chocolates & flowers. You reserve the right to obtain and use my credit cards whenever you wish to do so. I hereby promise to take you to a Michael Bolton concert, should I not return home by the approved time. On my way home, I will not pick a fight with any stranger, nor shall I conduct in depth discussions with the said entity. Upon my return home, I promise not to urinate anywhere other than in the toilet. In addition, I will refrain from waking you up, breathing my vile breath in your face, and attempting to breed like a (drunken) rabbit.

I declare that to the best of my knowledge (of which I have none compared to my BETTER half), the above information is correct.
Signed - Boyfriend/Fiancé/Husband:__________________


Request is: APPROVED______________ DENIED______________

This decision is not negotiable. If approved, cut permission slip below and carry at all times.
……………………………………………………………………………………………………………
Permission for my boyfriend/fiancé/husband to be away for the following period of time:
Date:___________
Time of departure:__________
Time of return:__________

Signed – Girlfriend/Fiancé/Wife:_________________________________

Realizing that he has NOT had his permission slip fillied out in advance, Trajan hobbles (due to having been recently slammed in the "jewels" by a sledgehammer) to the bar for a pain soothing Scotch.

[Ruatha]

Showed below text for my wife, she doesn't get it.
I can't stop laughing, it's so true!

(I understand that even if permission is granted to go out, my girlfriend/fiancé/wife retains the right to be pissed off with me the following week for no valid reason whatsoever.)

[ October 28, 2002, 21:45: Message edited by: Ruatha ]

[Growltigga]

You amateurs need to learn the gentle art of wifely negotiation

[Gryphin]

Dissaperring acts, One of my favorite chapters.
I didn't know that Hardware stores had TVs that showed sport games.

[Timstone]

HAhahaha... LOL!!!
Trajan, this a great form. I'll keep it on my HD for the time I'll going to need it. I hope that time is soon.

[Trajan]

Yeah, I was using the disappearing act maneuver once in a while. The "I need to go to Home Depot to get a thing-a-majig, dear." always used to work.

However, my wife has become very interested in all home projects, from my wine cellar, to the creation of the vinyard and building of the arbor, to the cutting of new gardens, to the installation of a new garbage disposal. I cannot get her to let me have a project of my own. I guess that is at once the best and worst part of being married.

Although, as girlyfriends/fiance's/wives go this one is the perfect. She gave me the Roomba (a robotic vaccum cleaner) and a big round chopping block/cutting board (identical to the one you see on the Iron Chef TV show) for my recent B-Day.

All-in-all I think I can handle the permission slip, if she keeps on letting me build out my wine collection.

It is all about trade-offs.