My little friend (the 5th in the line of kills) just showed up again. Had I been sober (not brewing another batch and drinking the last batch), I'd have turned him into two coons (head and tail ends).

ALAS! In the dark and drunken stupor I MISSED him, and broke my sword (I used up the string and bolts on my crossbow on the last four.....which some of you remember).

The sword brok on the tree, and my ear is still ringing from the tone of the metal. Tip of the sword came whistling back right over my head. I'll check for a chunk out of the cedar tree in the morning.

I swear to you all (as it'* my duty as your Admin) to produce BLOOD pictures before the month ends.



The little varmint harasses my cats and my grand old bud, Mick. And eats about 5 pounds of cat food a night.

Your sick Bill

But I like your style

Only cuz im sober.


LOL

Ok, we're even! (your ban will be delayed at least until I'm sober, or Don countermands my authority).

Notice that I can still spell with no typos when drunk.

one would HOPE you can spell when your drunk, i mean you are a professional correct?
Couldn't resist that one! Anyways...

Uhghhhh,,,,,,......check the sig, bud.

HAHAHA NICE ONE!
Although ive seen worse, i must say, this isnt bad at all!

I'll fix the italics for you

Dammit. You beat me.

yeah i kinda noticed my self, im a little slow, not behind the wheel however,

I hid my keys from myself. Wish me luck getting to work in the morning.