Cold chicken legs... beer and my cat and dog at my feet to share the chicken. Perfect weekend chillin out
Hey guys thanks for your kind words and understanding. Things have got better so hopefully I will be on a bit more tomorrow late afternoon. Really appreciate all your thoughts and prayers guys. P.S. told you moog was a wolfie
Sorry mate, keys to the cemetery are coming your way shorty... The daily thread is now is now open. The tavern is closed.
:dismay: At least we know who to vote for tomorrow! (If I make it through the night) By the way 352, thanks for all your work on this, excellent write ups!
Evening all. sorry for no posts or vote today. Have been at work since before seven and unable to come on at all due to the nature of my job being very manual. Anyway more free time tomorrow and should be avle to post a bit.
Feeling guilty that I didn't shout louder against those voting for Harrow. But, after the miked debacle, starting to trust my instincts again.
[The Saharas hot nuts dispenser lurched off of the bar and smashed on the floor scattering hot salty nuts everywhere. Then suddenly and, seemingly with a mind of their own, they started to form into a pattern… no, not a pattern, WORDS!] “A weekend free of killings, lynchings, And violence of any kind”, But EVIL would return this eve, It’s nature so inclined. Hunger perched ‘pon wolf’s hairy lip, Been days since last he fed, Toy with his prey tonight he’d not, A crack shot to the head. A clean attack so swift and silent, Remorses? None were shown, No more pies all sweet and crusty, Oxhey’s mind was blown. So back to business, back to form, Back to evil insane, That psychopathic Jigsaw note, It’s ‘Time to play again’! Day 6 picked up where 5 left off, Confusion and mistrust, GOOD messages from Seer and Wolf, But lynch a fool ye must. The deadline past the votes were cast, The posse lost their wits, Poor Harrow in his pimping hat, Was ripped to bl00dy bits. But horror struck the frenzied mob, The outcome they did dread, No black adorned the walls and floor, The new paint job was red. So to this eve a Moon so full, Who's GOODness will it purge? a wolf descends into the darkness, Two wolves..... will emerge! [As the village folk were digesting the words that lay before them, in burst 2 well primed and groomed dogs, escaped from Heppy’s parlour who on seeing the golden snacky gems gobbled them down in seconds.]
I've lost the will to live. The only highlights have been 352's brilliant write ups and Meh's brilliant poetry.
Kriekenbier for me. Not so much drowning my sorrows but enjoying a good Bacchus on the eve of - yep - my birthday. Don't be too down, team good. Enjoy a pint on the house.
