click to enlarge 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | Finish Once the Joker discovered escaping the deck was the easy part of the game, only then did it become paramount to find the tricks that work when no one else was around . - - - - - - - - - - Happy Birthday Adam!
The thing about having an alias is that you can plug in more than one nom de plume into various ridiculous trait generators to find out how schitzophrenic you actually are.
So while I can easily play this guy:
And in a pinch I could:
But in actuality you'd get this if you met me:
Either way, it seems, your ass is mine. Just sayin'.
click to enlarge 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | Finish He could tell by the reflections in his creaky armor that this, at last, would be the final time he need embark into the fog.
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Somehow, I've found myself in a bar the past three Saturday nights in a row.
There have been actual reasons for this though, however it is still highly unusual and could mean a few things.
One, I actually have friends to do things with every once in a while.
Two, I still don't like bars very much, but they are a million times better with someone you know in tow.
Three, you probably want to go to a bar with me since you'll never have to call a cab.
Four, You'll never have to call a cab with me around since I've still never had a glass, a pint, a shot, or never more than a sip.
Five, I've also never smoked anything, been stoned, gotten pierced, inked, or played tiddlywinks with a stranger's tonsils in the back room couch.
Geez, am I a prude or what.
Not that any of this sounds so appealing, but still. Far be it from me to say there is anything wrong with these things. If it's your thing be my guest. I'll even hold your keys and make sure you get home safely.
I must admit, I have full respect for bartenders. They have to be on their toes and fingers all night long. I sat there one night, trying to be inconspicuous gazing at Matt, the scruffy red-haired bartender, pour, take orders, smile deviously, pour some more, squeeze thigns, poke things, and then fling glass like some kind of fine-tuned, beautiful machine. It was a perfected, inspiring choreography. And since I know nothing of physical coordination I am envious of it.
But I suppose, as Mikey pointed out, it was kind of hard not to notice his pleasantly shaped butt. I usually don't even notice things like that, but even if I was straight I might have had to comment on it being there, bending over the bar...to take orders...several times. Along with the rest of him. Oh.In.Deed.
I would be curious to see what would happen though, just once, should I happen to partake of enough spirits to make me "buzzed" or "sloshed" or whatever the cool kids say these days. Knowing my luck I'd end up being the crazy one. So far I've seen a happy drunk, a depressed drunk, a chatty drunk, a drunk email, a drunk dial, a hyper drunk, yes, but never a violent one. I also enjoy being aware of my senses.
So jsut for the sake of pure curiousity, what do you like about the drink. It's enticement eludes me. I personally can't get past the taste of it. Give me your best enlightening description and maybe I'll, like, by you a drink someday. Bonus points if you can tell me what a hangover feels like and why you would put yourself through it again after getting one.
PS. While your concern is duly noted I'm not going to start drinking. I realize all too well how it can become an addiction of the worst kind. I'm just curious about things I've no experience with.
click to enlarge 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | Finish Tako-san realized only too late that he shouldn't have taken flight instruction at a discount store run by shady elephants.
click to enlarge 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | Finish When Lily Moss found herself at the end of her rope there were two choices, sing with the smoke or sleep with the fishes.