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Welcome to the Busted Ball. The rules are here to ensure that some clean, safe fun can be had by all. They may change or be expanded upon as you all get creative in expressing your own beautiful and unique forms of stupid as I'm sure you will. The management reserves the right to enforce these rules by any means necessary, though frankly she'd rather not. Let's all just get along, OK ♥?
1. Pool tables are for pool. Do not put your drink on them or I will collect your drink. Don't put your weapons on them or I will collect your weapons. Do not put your filthy-ass fucking feet on them, or I will collect your filthy-ass fucking feet. Et cetera.
2. Respect the equipment.
3. Do not kill your fellow patrons without the express consent of the management. Not the implied consent. Not the it-was-OK-last-time consent. Express consent. That means you say "Mother May I" and I say "Yes you may." Or (preferably!) you could just take your shit outside where I don't have to deal with it. DURING THE MOOGLE STRIKE, THERE IS A ZERO TOLERANCE POLICY ON KILLING IN THE POOL HALL.
4. No one cares if you are offended by the decor. That's not your Aunt Sally's head nailed to the wall. That's a demon that was making a dick-head of itself and ruining my day. And if it is your Aunt Sally? Guess what! I still don't care. Also, it's completely boss. Blow me.
5. Watch your damn language if there are fucking kids in the room.
6. No, there is no beer on tap. Yes, the signage on the bar would suggest that we have a selection of fine domestic and imported ales. That would, in fact, be bull. So unless you want some outdated tang, salty water with sand in the bottom, or lukewarm pig's blood, you're out of luck.
1. Pool tables are for pool. Do not put your drink on them or I will collect your drink. Don't put your weapons on them or I will collect your weapons. Do not put your filthy-ass fucking feet on them, or I will collect your filthy-ass fucking feet. Et cetera.
2. Respect the equipment.
3. Do not kill your fellow patrons without the express consent of the management. Not the implied consent. Not the it-was-OK-last-time consent. Express consent. That means you say "Mother May I" and I say "Yes you may." Or (preferably!) you could just take your shit outside where I don't have to deal with it. DURING THE MOOGLE STRIKE, THERE IS A ZERO TOLERANCE POLICY ON KILLING IN THE POOL HALL.
4. No one cares if you are offended by the decor. That's not your Aunt Sally's head nailed to the wall. That's a demon that was making a dick-head of itself and ruining my day. And if it is your Aunt Sally? Guess what! I still don't care. Also, it's completely boss. Blow me.
5. Watch your damn language if there are fucking kids in the room.
6. No, there is no beer on tap. Yes, the signage on the bar would suggest that we have a selection of fine domestic and imported ales. That would, in fact, be bull. So unless you want some outdated tang, salty water with sand in the bottom, or lukewarm pig's blood, you're out of luck.