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Lake of Fur wrote:Not a horsie and didn't submit a poem.

Did a kitty make a poem?

Seltzer Boy wrote:Did a kitty make a poem?

You know, I still have the receipt the gypsies gave me when I bought you. I wonder if it's too late to return your for a store credit.

Lake of Fur wrote:You know, I still have the receipt the gypsies gave me when I bought you. I wonder if it's too late to return your for a store credit.

I'm afraid he's a free man now. We just have to endure.

Zany Zanes wrote:I'm afraid he's a free man now. We just have to endure.

*Sticks his tongue out at Lake and does a jig*

"I've got no strings to hold me down
To make me fret, or make me frown
I had strings, but now I'm free
There are no strings on me"

Pinocchio - I've Got No Strings

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=izb4ZYRCTBU

"I've got no strings to hold me down
To make me fret, or make me frown
I had strings, but now I'm free
There are no strings on me

Hi-ho the merry-o
That's the only way to be
I want the world to know
Nothing ever worries me

I've got no strings so I have fun
I'm not tied up to anyone
They've got strings, but you can see
There are no strings on me

You have no strings, your arms is free
To love me by the Zeider Zee
Ya, ya, ya, if you would woo
I'd bust my strings for you

You got no strings, couci couca
Your savoir faire is oo-la-la
I've got strings, but entre nous
I'd cut my strings for you

Down where the Volga flows
There's a Russian rendez-vous
Where me and Ivan goes
But I'd rather go with you, hey

There are no strings on me"

Lake of Fur wrote:I assume it has something to do with a feeling of luxury and a false sense of entitlement to such.

I tease him mercilessly about his addiction.

Tss... Being a lady of breeding, I can see why one would want to flaunt one's wealth (even though that's crass). However, there are better modern ways to do so and without flirting with disaster. For example, there is the trend of million-dollar RVs that can store your sports car beneath it, and they cost more than some people's pitiful mansions.

With a stylish vehicle such as this, you can also pretend to "understand" the peasants because camping is a past-time they enjoy as well.

Lake of Fur ejected Meddacah from the region.

Meddacah wrote:No, the mods puppetsweeped me

Slatos: soiled
Elatos: soiled
Arsetio: soiled
Nottinge: soiled
Mmmmmmmmk: soiled

Undesirable player.

Lampastan, Zany Zanes, and Pk fire beta

Lake of Fur wrote:Undesirable player.

That's the guy largely responsible for getting region of Slatos smacked down hard.

We don't need people like that here in the Bar. He's also been made Homeland Officer in Opstan under a new name, Nirasat.

53 minutes ago: Opstan appointed Meddacah as Homeland Officer with authority over Appearance, Communications, and Polls in Opstan.
50 minutes ago: Nirasat arrived from The East Pacific.
49 minutes ago: Opstan dismissed Meddacah as Homeland Officer of Opstan.
48 minutes ago: Opstan appointed Nirasat as Homeland Officer with authority over Appearance, Communications, and Polls in Opstan.
48 minutes ago: Meddacah departed this region for The Bar on the corner of every region.

Maybe it's time to cut ties with Opstan? If he can't see the potential trouble he'll be causing for his region, then you don't need to have an embassy with them, do you?

Lake of Fur and Pk fire beta

Lampastan wrote:Maybe it's time to cut ties with Opstan? If he can't see the potential trouble he'll be causing for his region, then you don't need to have an embassy with them, do you?

Opstan's my friend. I'm sure he knows what he's doing. He can also be trusted to keep unruly players from disrupting the Bar's RMB.

Opstan

Lampastan wrote:Maybe it's time to cut ties with Opstan? If he can't see the potential trouble he'll be causing for his region, then you don't need to have an embassy with them, do you?

Quit getting involved with the affairs in my region. They were voted in by the council, so it was not an executive decision by me. I'll be allowing him to rectify himself to our region, and if he messes up then he's out.

I'm sure you don't know, but he is the one who allowed me back in his region after the multitude of baseless claims made by people in larger regions.

If you have a problem with my region then take it to me, don't bring it up in this region.

Opstan wrote:If you have a problem with my region then take it to me, don't bring it up in this region.

Okay, then I'll take it up with you. Keep your garbage out of the Bar. You know the player is a problem, you know that player moved from your region to the Bar and you know the Bar checks the background of every nation who enters. You should have stepped in and warned them not to come here or at least contacted them and told them to get the hell out before their story was posted in public, 'cuz that's how they do it here.

When the affairs of your region spills into another, then it becomes their business.

Lake of Fur and Opstan

Opstan wrote:If you have a problem with my region then take it to me

Lampastan wrote:Okay, then I'll take it up with you.

Knock it off you two.

Feoras, Opstan, and Lampastan

Lampastan wrote:Keep your garbage out of the Bar.

*The clams of the house band launch into a song*

"Take you uptown
I'll show you the sights
You know you want to ride
On my garbage truck
Truck truck truck"

Sex Bob-Omb - Garbage Truck

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fhGu2CDqQqo

"(Woo oh oh oh)
I'll take you for a ride
On my garbage truck
Oh no!
I'll take you to the dump
'Cause you're my queen

Take you uptown
I'll show you the sights
You know you want to ride
On my garbage truck
Truck truck truck

We'll pass the mansions by
Drive right through the needle's eye (Oh my)
My my my my

I got a stereo
You just got to turn the knob
And baby we'll go
As far as we can
I'll be your garbage man

I'll take out your junk
And I'll crush it down
Jesus in my rearview
And the highway patrol is up ahead
In my garbage truck (truck)

I'll never throw you away
When you're old and grey
Just roll it away"

Bruxxa wrote:Nay, friend. I was merely asking your current mood.

I'm not in a Larry mood either, thanks for asking.

Lake of Fur wrote:Not a horsie, young man.

Psst! Seltzer Boy might be asking what we put in our veggie burgers, and in that case, "horsie" is ... Well, there's a high percentage.

Now, some people might get ticked off, but remember: horses eat nothing but plants (other than the occasional salt lick) and therefore our burgers are "vegetarian" because they're made of vegetarians. Don't argue with me about this.

Feoras wrote:Oh, Valentine, you assume that we can leave the Bar. Aside from walking the FSM, when was the last time you truly left?

About two years ago, when I left for another region that didn't have an embassy with this one, and I was gone for nearly a year. Plus, a while back, I took about a ten-year vacation from the game.

Feoras wrote:(I'm start to realize that our fake "flirting" sounds a lot like my real flirting with my spouse.)

You have a spouse?--Other than Fluffy, I mean? That's it; I'm gonna stop those alimony payments that I'm already not making.

Brocklandia wrote:I'm not in a Larry mood either, thanks for asking.

Bad touching...

Opstan wrote:Quit getting involved with the affairs in my region.

Lampastan wrote:Okay, then I'll take it up with you. Keep your garbage out of the Bar.

Girls, girls. Opposite corners, please. What happened?--Did somebody's deodorant wear off too soon?

Seltzer Boy wrote:Bad touching...

Sorry, but according to those court orders, you're still not allowed to touch me, you little perv, in a good or bad way.

Brocklandia wrote:Sorry, but according to those court orders, you're still not allowed to touch me, you little perv, in a good or bad way.

I'm taking away my 'like', you bad man-thing.

Seltzer Boy wrote:I'm taking away my 'like', you bad man-thing.

Throw your slightly used "like" into the corner with all the rest for recycling.

And I'm not a Man-Thing; that character is copyrighted by Marvel Entertainment Group.

Brocklandia wrote:And I'm not a Man-Thing; that character is copyrighted by Marvel Entertainment Group.

Okay, then you can be The Pearly Slurper.

Seltzer Boy wrote:Okay, then you can be the Pearly Slurper.

Are you trying to make a sex joke at my expense? Keep trying.

Brocklandia wrote:Are you trying to make a sex joke at my expense?

Expense? That's not what I heard.

Rumor has it you can be had for the price of a off-brand breath mint.

Seltzer Boy wrote:Rumor has it you can be had for the price of a off-brand breath mint.

Absolutely. But if you find a breath mint, I think you need it more than I do.

Brocklandia wrote:I think you need it more than I do.

Mommy! Brock's teasing me!

Zombie Penguins wrote:The weekend poetry contest has ended. Seltzer Boy will pick a winner.

Well, I had picked a horsie but it seems they weren't in this race.

Lessie who else is on the ticket.

*Checks the racing form*

Hmm, Uncle Lake entered with a poem but had to add a picture to liven it up. Plus, I'm mad at him for being a poo-head and not letting me pick a horsie as the winner so... nice try.

Just beyond time and outside reason
In a part of space where stars are legion
A tavern exists where drinks are pleasin'
The Bar on the Corner of Every Region

Staffed by creatures of every sort
A few of which are hardly there
They'll drive you mad for want of sport
And make you want to tear your hair

It's all in fun, a harmless jape
The best of service they will render
You may run but never escape
The wit of their chief bartender

A being built of jest and whim
Whose tongue is sharp and fast
Do not try to challenge him
You'll find yourself outclassed

The rabbit known as Lake of Fur
A living sweater of Angora
Is she a him or is he a her?
The pondering will never bore ya

So if you're near and feeling thirsty
He'll serve you beer, but feeling frisky
May play a prank for at worst he
Will slip poison in your whiskey

Lardastan's poem was clunky and made my head hurt.

Some of the folks who live at the bar are incurable drunks
Other guests prefer stronger drugs which cannot be denied
A few abstain with the strength of Tibetan monks
But the numerous people of Lardastan are decidedly deep fried

Smiley Bob has hearts on his flag, so he gets extra points. More points for using the word 'yummy' which is, well, yummy.

I like to see the bar fly
Who drinks the yummy 'foam
He has stories for those who pry
And entertain til it's time for home

Then a cat wrestled with a flower for a while, which is always fun to watch.

Here's what fell out of their pockets-

When your throat is parched with thirst
But alcohol you do not enjoy
My friend, you need not fear the worst
There comes your saviour: Seltzer Boy

He stands in a corner, a true friend of cats
While around him people chatter and flurry
He strokes my fur with his bony hands
Meet my best servant: Good old Larry

He is always on call, always ready to serve
He'll get you drunk and your vision will blur
This dutiful employee gives you what you deserve
So you can't complain about Lake of Fur

It was on a cold day that they died
Dignified, like kings and queens
Yet fortunately they were revived
And came to the Bar: Zombie Penguins

The Zombie Penguins made a funny.

All the zombies by the doors
Spending too much time playing darts
Better get back to their chores
Before they lose their hearts

Zany Zanes wandered in at the last minute and did a set of observational humor.

I'll try to do my very best,
To tell you of this place,
That I saw upon a visiting quest,
While floating out in space.

The floor was drifting to the ceiling,
The chairs were in disguise.
The paint on the walls was peeling.
Then it'd change before your eyes.

The atmosphere was quaint,
But you should watch your back.
You might think someone a Saint,
And suffer a heart attack.

For characters, plenty they home,
All kinds with spectacular range.
And drink drinks called Schnozzlefoam,
And eat food that is rather strange.

There are patrons who swing by,
And those who stick around.
There are immortals who don't die,
But they mostly keep underground.

Patrons like Tchaikovesky,
Who drives tanks through the wall,
And climbs the rafters like it's a tree.
Destruction is their call.

The Ruby Ranch Republic again,
Is another customer who frequents.
A single man with nothing to gain,
And the mind of several delinquents.

And there is Odinbeard,
Who I think might be a viking.
But not that that'd be all that weird,
They have a vampiress who's striking.

They have a long time consumer,
Named Tank Commander.
Kind of has some dark humor
But usually doesn't slander.

That is just a taste,
Of all the variety.
A bit of everything laced,
With the dregs of society.

It's really quite a fine place,
You haven't got to go far.
Just take with you some mace,
When you go to visit the Bar.

After careful deliberation I have decided that the winner is...the horsie!

Seltzer Boy wrote:Mommy! Brock's teasing me!

Seltzer's Mommy, Brock's available this evening if you need a real man.

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