Art, watch that stool you're sitting on. If you keep spinning on it like that the top will come right off. See I told you Max was a regular here- four black and tans and I guarantee he spends the night in the bean bag chair. Catspaw, I can't change a hundred dollar bill on a damn club soda so I guess you're buying a round for everybody. Let's see Max is snoring, Art has the Blood Clot- double Stolichnaya again, Art? Ok- Mick has a Guinness, Alan C the Dickels, Katlaf's got the Amaretto Sour (ouch!),Craig C the Rum n Coke...is that it? Are you drinking Nightowl Darlin? And where did Gargoyle go? Did he leave or go to the john? If he left he forgot his guitar.

Catspaw, I had some relatives of yours and Rick's in here this afternoon. They drank me out of MD 20/20 and sloe gin and then offered to mop the floor and do dishes to pay. The two Canadian guys kept going "EH? EH?" and I told them if they didn't wear those damn hats with the ear flaps, they'd be able to hear what the two Hillbillies were trying to tell them. At any rate, I forgot to lock the back door and they slipped out, but said they would see you at your place for dinner. If those guys are relatives, why don't you try to get them on your dental plan?

Hey Seed, check out Big Mick chasing Alison around that table. Last time this happened, her old man came in and bopped him with a boomerang.