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BS: Christmas Tavern 2015 |
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Subject: RE: BS: Christmas Tavern 2015 From: MMario Date: 18 Dec 15 - 05:40 AM Clicks on the audio I'll pop into the kitchen and see what I can whip up for snacks. Pour me an Old Engine Oil, will you? |
Subject: RE: BS: Christmas Tavern 2015 From: GUEST,Raggytash Date: 18 Dec 15 - 05:17 AM An grizzled old timer drags some timber across the dusty floor, axe strapped to his back "lets get us a fire going, sure is chilly in here he says, what we need is a good old blaze to get the place warmed up a touch ....... hey pass me that Bourbon bottle .........." |
Subject: RE: BS: Christmas Tavern 2015 From: mg Date: 18 Dec 15 - 12:51 AM the swedish ladies have an aversion to dust and cobwebs and smelly horses so after they have shampooed the horse they get to going with their brooms and mop buckets. singing all the while and thinking of the krumkake they have stashed away. |
Subject: RE: BS: Christmas Tavern 2015 From: Rapparee Date: 17 Dec 15 - 10:19 PM While serving huge mugs of glog. |
Subject: RE: BS: Christmas Tavern 2015 From: mg Date: 17 Dec 15 - 09:43 PM And three buxom Swedish massage ladies dressed in white dresses with red rickrack and lots of crossstiching. Who link arms and sing Santa Lucia. |
Subject: RE: BS: Christmas Tavern 2015 From: frogprince Date: 17 Dec 15 - 08:55 PM Kewl, the tavern now has a talking horse...:) |
Subject: BS: Christmas Tavern 2015 From: Rapparee Date: 17 Dec 15 - 07:01 PM Gently pushed open, the door squeals on rusty hinges. He steps into a dusty, cobweb-strewn, room. Cold air wraps like a reverse blanket, enhanced by the hole in the roof. From somewhere comes the sounds of tentacles slapping on jello. Somehow he knows it's lime jello. "This'll take some doing," he thinks, and whistles for his trusty steed. The horse, jet black save for three white socks, gingerly enters. "Let's get this place working again," he says. "Please." |