Well, it seems all this entertaining has the ability to quite take it out of one.

I must now retire with a martini, some opium and a generous line of high grade cocaine which I have just purchased from the Chemist (what with this being the twenties and all).

Keep on shifting.

Saint Keggers

04:07 / 09.04.05

Crap! I think I threw all my money at the dancer!!!

Saint Keggers

04:22 / 09.04.05

Well Im calling it a night before Im forced to open another bottle...

g'night fellow lateshifters wherever you may be.

STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK

04:25 / 09.04.05

Goodnight...

Liger Null

04:32 / 09.04.05

Goodnight Keggers.

I can't sleep, and I have too work tomorrow

lekvar

04:56 / 09.04.05

I'm back, and quite enjoying my White Russian. A very dangerous drink, the Russian. I could grow quite fond of them.

...
Why is the lion on fire?

Liger Null

05:10 / 09.04.05

Hey there lekvar.

As for the lion, I didn't do it...

lekvar

05:20 / 09.04.05

I know it wasn't you, you just got here. I suspect it was Meludreen. Ze's always getting up to hi-jinx.

STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK

05:21 / 09.04.05

Best not to ask, really.

Anyhoo... that's me finished work (on time! yay! and it looked like it was gonna drag on all fucking morning...) so I'm off home to bed.

Night all!

lekvar

05:55 / 09.04.05

Night Stoatie.

Russian #2 down and my head's getting a little fuzzy.
Screwdrivers may have competition as my new favorite drink.

doozy floop

19:42 / 09.04.05

Can anyone come out to play?

I am trapped in my flat with my boys, who are all playing Risk and seem to have invented new rules involving the drawing up of complex treaties. It could all take a while, and I struggle to understand Risk. I only have a small brain, so I am playing DJ. I just played them the theme from the A-team, which officially makes me the coolest person on Barbelith. (I read it in the Wiki somewhere. No, really....)

So....*sigh*

How can I terminate the game? How can I continue to entertain myself in this late Saturday night drunken situation?? How, I ask you???

Less searchable M0rd4nt

19:43 / 09.04.05

Kick the board over and jump on it screaming. Always works for me. How is everyone?

doozy floop

19:51 / 09.04.05

I can't kick it over, it's on a big table and I'd break my foot. I could hurl myself bodily onto it, thereby squashing the little plastic men and causing such a general flurry that all thoughts of tactical manoevering would be forgotten, at least temporarily.

*assessing distance from chair to board*

Anyway, Mordant, I don't believe we've met. Delighted to make your acquaintance.

alas

19:52 / 09.04.05

Odd that it's late there--afternoon here. Fly everyone to a different time zone, maybe? That would get them out of the late Saturday night drunkenness...

Less searchable M0rd4nt

19:54 / 09.04.05

I've seen you around, doozy floop, however I don't think we've conversed. Nice to meetcha.

doozy floop

20:04 / 09.04.05

suppose it's not really late, more mid-evening, but this game's been going on so long I feel like I've aged at least fifteen years since this morning.

Mordant, I've seen you around too. I'm still scared of posting outside Conversation though. I mean, if I don't even understand Risk......

So, lateshift. Pies? Dancing? What's it to be?

Less searchable M0rd4nt

20:06 / 09.04.05

Pies and dancing? Dancing in a big pie? Dare we dream?

alas

20:12 / 09.04.05

I am debating whether to go out and watch a film at the local cinema, a single-screen place where they sell coffee and home-made cookies, or rent a DVD from blockbuster and do the pile of laundry that needs doing, or pies and dancing, here. Hmmmm. Such dilemmas.

Less searchable M0rd4nt

20:15 / 09.04.05

I actually have a DVD but I've sort of wussed out of watching it for the time being. It's called Cube Zero and appears to be The Cube, near as dammit. Can't work out if it's a prequel or if The Cube was a remake, or what.

doozy floop

20:15 / 09.04.05

It's not only pies and dancing, it's dancing in pies, dancing with pies, dancing pies, juggling, White Russians, Russians of all colours and persuasions, Risk, and a preoccupation with the small headache that I am about to develop......honestly, there's no more fun to be had anywhere. Not even for hard cash. Honest.

alas

20:20 / 09.04.05

Ahh you make it sound so appealing, staying on here, doing the laundry and renewing my overdue library books online in between times, but but .... The dogs, at least, need walking. That must needs be done.

It's the risk-playing Russians of all colors throwing pies at each other whilst simultaneously doing that dance where they do that squatty-kick thing that really attracts me, however. (Or did I get some things confused?)

Brigade du jour

21:20 / 09.04.05

Hello beveryody!

I'm sorry for my recurring impoliteness, by the way - it just occurred to me that I keep disappearing from Lateshifts without duly saying goodnight or bye or anything.

Please slap my wrists. I liiiike it!

Less searchable M0rd4nt

21:26 / 09.04.05

*Slaps wrist*

Brigade du jour

21:28 / 09.04.05

Mmm niiiice!

What is it about masochism that makes me over-vowel?

Less searchable M0rd4nt

21:34 / 09.04.05

It's just occurred to me that I do the same thing (go to bed without saying nighty-night, I mean).

Nobody can slap my wrists though. Or I shall harm them.

doozy floop

21:36 / 09.04.05

*sob*

The game of Risk is still going on. But now there is Halo going on too, in the background.

Boys are rubbish.

Can I slap somebody's something? Please? I need distraction....

Brigade du jour

21:37 / 09.04.05

Oh go on then doozy. Just the left cheek, mind.

doozy floop

21:41 / 09.04.05

You saucy devil, you. but won't your right cheek get jealous??

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