The Writer's Room

Hiya, preacher, meet the choir right here.

Points my thumb straight at myself.

And you'd only compete with the people here in the room.

Though she's slowed down by a few minutes since only being able to post over her phone.

Sing it, brother! *smiles cheekily*

Hmmm, maybe if she's only able to use one hand while on the phone... Perhaps then I'll have a chance.
 
Sing it, brother! *smiles cheekily*

Hmmm, maybe if she's only able to use one hand while on the phone... Perhaps then I'll have a chance.

Not likely it only slows Asa down by a few minutes. She's amazing.

How's the really bad coffee?
 
Oops, sorry... Had a tumble down the stairs thanks to my hockey player in training daughter... Ouchies!

*takes a sip of the coffee and tries not to spit it back*

Mmm.. Um, very... caffeinated...

*turns to the new voice*

Nice to meet ya too... :)
 
Oops, sorry... Had a tumble down the stairs thanks to my hockey player in training daughter... Ouchies!

*takes a sip of the coffee and tries not to spit it back*

Mmm.. Um, very... caffeinated...

*turns to the new voice*

Nice to meet ya too... :)

About two thirds of the way through of my post here. That bottle of bourbon is going to get a little less full in a minute or two.

Caffeinated...is probably the best word for the bad coffee.

How's it going for you Severus? Got another post in you tonight?
 
It was my own fault for challenging the kids to a race when I didn't have more of a heads start. *smiles ruefully* Nothing that an ice pack and an alcoholic drink won't fix.

Update: Off to noodle... ;) gotta beat the maestro at least
 
About two thirds of the way through of my post here. That bottle of bourbon is going to get a little less full in a minute or two.

Caffeinated...is probably the best word for the bad coffee.

How's it going for you Severus? Got another post in you tonight?

Did one a little while ago. :cool:
 
It was my own fault for challenging the kids to a race when I didn't have more of a heads start. *smiles ruefully* Nothing that an ice pack and an alcoholic drink won't fix.

Update: Off to noodle... ;) gotta beat the maestro at least

Ah, I see. Hope it heals.
 
It was my own fault for challenging the kids to a race when I didn't have more of a heads start. *smiles ruefully* Nothing that an ice pack and an alcoholic drink won't fix.

Update: Off to noodle... ;) gotta beat the maestro at least

Oh consider it a race, Angel.;)
Glad you're not hurt in your tumble down the stairs.

If you wrote a new post, Severus. You know what that means.

Opens up the cabinet and pulls the bottle of jack out.

Time to celebrate. Care to get us some of those Styrofoam cups over there.
 
Here's to another one down.

Lifts the jack and takes it down savoring the burn once again.
 
Ooooooo, Veroe.... :)

One down... *grins like she won the lottery even though it was a fairly short post*
 
Ooooooo, Veroe.... :)

One down... *grins like she won the lottery even though it was a fairly short post*

Dang it you beat me.

Finishes my bourbon and pours all three of us a second shot for Angel's celebration.

Another one down.
 
*grins evilly at the thought of getting Veroe plastered before he finishes his current post* :devil:
 
Definitely feeling the burn and the buzz now, as I swallow the second shot of whiskey.
 
Finished it.

Goes over to the dart board and takes one and stabs it deep into the center and the post-it note above. Peircing the O in Writer's block.

There, and don't bother me again, you obnoxious bastard.

I turn back to the bottle of jack and the celebration I owe myself.

Now its time for me to get a taste of victory.
 
Wooties!

Wait... Drat, that means I'm not getting him skunked first...
 
Damn straight.

Now man up and drink your jack with me, you guys.:D

Raises my cup and downs it.
 
*rolls her eyes in an exaggerated fashion but dutifully picks up her glass and tosses the contents down her throat, sputtering at the end*
 
Now that's what I'm talking about.

Maybe I'll finally get to meet Zubulb now.;)
 
Whiskey down the hatch! Huzzah! I drink up like a man....and love the burn as it goes down. Third round of the night with Jim and Jack...
 
Darlin' it'll take more than one drink to get her to appear... not much than that..
 
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