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[tehpuck]

Yesterday, somehow, I managed not to be wrangled into a hockey game, and for that I believe I should be congratulated and awarded some type of prize. Seeing as, George, you did agree to go out drinking with some sizable amount of duress, I think I'll call you out on that about now.

Because people keep asking about the cat, the creature was stolen

Comments

[reaping_havoc]

I didn't think it was clever. Just funny.

Drinking time? Okay. I need your help on something anyway.

[tehpuck]

Good, then, you'll be alive when we go drinking.

What, now, do you need my invaluable aid with?

[reaping_havoc]

...No. I'm dead again.

A friend of mine. He's in trouble.

[tehpuck]

Well, then, you just won't have bruises around your neck when we go drinking. And what, pray, did you manage to do to achieve that state once more?

Who is he and what did he do?

[cal_sitter]

I think instead that you should acknowledge the good fortune (from your perspective) that led to most of the advocates of said hockey game being plush toys.

[tehpuck]

I believe it may go without saying that my luck is a fantastic thing.

[cal_sitter]

Yet you've said just that.

[tehpuck]

Only because my company is not always so fantastic, and sometimes needs to be reminded.

[freckle_queen]

I made muffins.

[tehpuck]

This, I also approve of.