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 Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2005 6:01 pm
Carl Krummett C'mon everybody! where drinking till Creed looks pretty *Downs the mug of rum* Do we really want to get THAT drunk?
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2005 6:03 pm
Carl Krummett C'mon everybody! where drinking till Creed looks pretty *Downs the mug of rum* Damn pretentious christian rock little bastards! scream
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2005 6:03 pm
*Is quite content with his balloon* No booze for me!
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2005 6:04 pm
Garfield Logan *Is quite content with his balloon* No booze for me! You look how I feel, Kermit.
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2005 6:05 pm
Spider_Jerusalem Carl Krummett C'mon everybody! where drinking till Creed looks pretty *Downs the mug of rum* Damn pretentious christian rock little bastards! scream Yeah screw them! To Bill Brasky!!!
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2005 6:07 pm
Spider_Jerusalem Garfield Logan *Is quite content with his balloon* No booze for me! You look how I feel, Kermit.
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2005 6:08 pm
Carl Krummett C'mon everybody! where drinking till Creed looks pretty *Downs the mug of rum* Damn I've gotta long way to go. *finishes his scotch and then looks at bottle of Vodka.* Nah if I'm gonna get drunk might as well go all the way. * pulls out a bottle of moonshine*
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2005 6:08 pm
Garfield Logan Spider_Jerusalem Garfield Logan *Is quite content with his balloon* No booze for me! You look how I feel, Kermit. *whispers* This is the part where you sing "It's Not Easy Being Green"
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2005 6:11 pm
Carl Krummett Spider_Jerusalem Carl Krummett C'mon everybody! where drinking till Creed looks pretty *Downs the mug of rum* Damn pretentious christian rock little bastards! scream Yeah screw them! To Bill Brasky!!! If you really want to drink to Brasky we have to baptize big bird over there with another bottle of scotch.
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2005 6:12 pm
Donna Troy Garfield Logan Spider_Jerusalem Garfield Logan *Is quite content with his balloon* No booze for me! You look how I feel, Kermit. *whispers* This is the part where you sing "It's Not Easy Being Green" *Spotlight Shines On Gar while he is sitting on a stool* It's not that easy being green
Having to spend each day the color of the leaves
When I think it could be nicer being red, or yellow or gold
Or something much more colorful like that
It's not easy being green
It seems you blend in with so many other ordinary things
And people tend to pass you over 'cause you're
Not standing out like flashy sparkles in the water
Or stars in the sky
But green's the color of Spring
And green can be cool and friendly-like
And green can be big like an ocean, or important
Like a mountain, or tall like a tree
When green is all there is to be
It could make you wonder why, but why wonder why
Wonder, I am green and it'll do fine, it's beautiful
And I think it's what I want to
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2005 6:13 pm
That's all well and good for you folks, but some of have healing factors and can't get drunk.
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2005 6:15 pm
* turns on some music while swinging around a bottle of booze starts singing Metallica's version of Whiskey In The Jar*
As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
I said stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya
I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money yeah I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she'd love me, never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman for you know she treat me easy
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber
Takin' my money with me and I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired off my pistols and I shot him with both barrels
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Now some men like the fishin' and some men like the fowlin'
And some men like ta hear, ta hear cannon ball a roarin'
Me I like sleepin' specially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain yeah
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Whiskey in the jar-o
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2005 6:15 pm
*Falls off his stool and gets knocked unconsious.* (Bye for now, kids)
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2005 6:17 pm
*grabs someone and starts dancing*
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2005 6:40 pm
Hey is it kareoke night.? surprised My turn biggrin
* a screen comes down from behind Cassie saying Justice League: That Don't impress me much.*
* Images of Martian Manhunter pop up on the screen*
I've known a few guys who thought they were pretty smart
But you've got being right down to an art
You think you're a genius-you drive me up the wall
You're a regular original, a know-it-all
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else
Okay, so you're a telepath from another planet
That don't impress me much
So you got the brain but have you got the touch
Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright
But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night
That don't impress me much
* Images of Green Arrow pop up on the screen*
I never knew a guy who carried a mirror in his pocket
And a comb up his sleeve-just in case
And all that extra hold gel in your hair oughtta lock it
'Cause Heaven forbid it should fall outta place
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else
Okay, so you're Green Arrow
That don't impress me much
So you got the looks but have you got the touch
Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright
But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night
That don't impress me much
*images of Batman show up on the screen*
You're one of those guys who likes to shine his machine
You make me take off my shoes before you let me get in
I can't believe you kiss your car good night
C'mon baby tell me-you must be jokin', right!
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else
Okay, so you've got a car
That don't impress me much
So you got the moves but have you got the touch
Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright
But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night
* random images of guys in the Justice League pop up*
That don't impress me much
You think you're cool but have you got the touch
Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright
But that won't keep me warm on the long, cold, lonely night
That don't impress me much
*an image of old-school Nightwing pops up*
Okay, so what do you think you're Elvis or something...
Whatever
That don't impress me
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