«12. . .4,2694,2704,2714,2724,2734,2744,275. . .5,0625,063»
what is this so called "victim guest"
are they like oreos?
The Bar welcomes all of our new Embassies.
That's on the tour list, yeah. Jimmy here says that he'd rather hear some other things, and Eddie wants to play his guitar with overkill of pyrotechnics like always.
The best way to pronounce German beer is with a single word: Prost!
Why spend the huge cost for carpenters when you can pay us for generally everything with all purpose cider? We can build anything and fix anything, except the sorry state of music these days. All your techno and rave sounds make my ears hurt more than a tween guitar solo with max distortion on the amps.
Following new legislation in Tercania Islands, traditional vegetarians are fuming over the introduction of vat-grown meat to the menu.
Hey we have that in the back! It's broken though, and we ran out of the uh, 'stuff' needed to grow more meat a while back.
Yes, only with red filling instead.
Tercania islands and YouTube Inc
And one message un-suppressed.
Tercania islands and YouTube Inc
Sounds like someone needs to work on better pick-up lines.
Tercania islands, YouTube Inc, and The road crew
Oh I know one! Lift!
Can I have one?
You are very brave. I will miss you, eh.
Brocklandia, Zany Zanes, Aredita, and Songs you dont understand
No, you won't. They'll be recycled into the lunch special for at least the next three days. How can you miss 'em if they don't go away?
Zany Zanes, YouTube Inc, and Songs you dont understand
Serious Question: Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
No, but if you go, remember me to one who lives there.
Zany Zanes and Songs you dont understand
The weekend poetry contest has begun! 
Migrating Cheese will be judging freeform poems.
A slight clattering is heard as a trapdoor on the floor beneath a stool opens up up, with the Witness climbing out of it, grumpily brushing some soot and sticky liquid off themselves as they get back into the Bar. The trapdoor closes by itself as the Witness retakes their seat.
That took far longer than I wanted or expected. Perhaps it's best summarized in a poem.
Filled with so many tentacles, t'was daft
Not from the spaghetti god, no
Or the eldritch deity you know
They came from accursed Tumblr witchcraft
Never subcontract your magic wards.. I'd like to order another Alfred Hick's now, please.
Drunkndisorderly, Jehovahs witness, and Songs you dont understand
The Witness nods in thanks to the penguin and lifts up the barrel, starting to slowly chug away as usual, slipping into a nap even as they drank.
Zombie Penguins and Songs you dont understand
Lemme get some Brandy
Brocklandia, YouTube Inc, and Songs you dont understand
*Leads a goat over to yi_bd's table*
Allow me to introduce Brandy the Goat. I hope you two will get along, because Brandy can kick up a fuss when she's cranky.
P.S. Don't eat her. Brandy isn't on the menu until Tuesday.
Ok then
A new video from the girl I stan (Am I now a simp?)
DJ Hakop - Mna Mna ft. Zoya Baraghamyan
https://youtu.be/atxOxqfW0L8
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9mmx5UgSbnE
*Ahem!* Presenting this week's entry for the coveted honor that is Third Place.
What about the polar lights
that touch earth?
I have seen them on my voyage.
Vivid is my ship.
Looking there
I found an iridescence
opening a chatter
between self and ether.
I found a shoreline.
I found a face.
An uncharted face.
What can be said of life.
That I saw a ray breaking through,
saw the night pouring down.
The sky speaks to me and says
you will find shards,
unattended joy, pieces of sorrow.
Drunkndisorderly, Zombie Penguins, Jehovahs witness, Zany Zanes, and 2 othersYouTube Inc, and Migrating Cheese
And because, based on last week's results, one person can now win multiple prizes, here's an entry for First or Second Place ... though I'm still unclear why anyone would want those. Diff'rent strokes, I guess.
At least I'm writing and it makes a party in the dark.
A zombie feature that connects me to the undying.
I read every moment is an opportunity for grace
and think every moment is a possibility of art.
I tie my shoes and now I am standing alone in some inky light.
Yesterday I passed a Budget Motel next to the Nations Bank.
If there's some connection it's lost on me.
My heart is lost on me.
Weather like thought dissolves into static,
a wiggy keepsake like nesting dolls of my spiritual blank.
Sky opening into blank.
Drunkndisorderly, Zombie Penguins, Jehovahs witness, Zany Zanes, and 2 othersYouTube Inc, and Migrating Cheese
«12. . .4,2694,2704,2714,2724,2734,2744,275. . .5,0625,063»
Advertisement
