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The RMB Spammers Will Be Ejected of Kissinger-Monroe Is Zombie Dog potty-trained? |
The Fluffy Feline Federation of Feline Masters Thank you, tuxedo birdie. I shall. *clears throat* Ahem, this week we did not have a sufficient number of entries. So I had to use some ingenuity to find diamonds in the rough. As you know, this week's theme was futuristic poetry. The third prize hereby goes to... Zany Zanes Hey, it may not be a futuristic poem but at least they submitted something, didn't they? Alright, now, for the much-coveted second prize... Claibornia I don't know what the mew gezwettin frogyut is supposed to be, but it sounds futuristic to me. And finally... the winner! Zombie Dog A soulful futuristic haiku from our slobbery friend. Like a broken clock, the poochie will show you the right time twice a day (well, approximately). Reading the cadences of dog barks and woofs, one can easily be transported to a futuristic landscape dominated by cyborg dogs. Well done, poochie, congrats! You can have the bones of my next chicken drumstick order. |
The Fluffy Feline Federation of Feline Masters Let's hope so. I wouldn't want the current urine stench in the bar to get any worse than it already is. |
The Smash Hit Movie Version of Brocklandia And by coincidence, today is Taco Tuesday! |
The Smash Hit Movie Version of Brocklandia Then I suggest you avoid the soup of the day. |
The Smash Hit Movie Version of Brocklandia Two words: Surveillance cameras everywhere. Okay, that's three words. So here's two more: Sue me. |
The Smash Hit Movie Version of Brocklandia I'm vaguely flattered, but you're going to have to try harder to provoke me. Especially when you can be distracted by a bit of feathers at the end of a string. Get the feathers, kitty!--Get 'em! |
The Fluffy Feline Federation of Feline Masters ฅ/ᐠ. ̫ .ᐟ\ฅ |
The T-Virus infection of Zombie Dog Arf arf woof bark. Bark wooof woof! *whines* Arf arf. |
Oh. Well if you're offering... |
The Glitchy Weapon on the Bar of Sheikah Slate *The sheikah slate lying on the counter boots up, turning on a mini tracking beam like a guardian and using it as a laser pointer, first pointing it just in front of the cat before pointing it beneath some of the tables, chasing customers, running it back along the wall full of mouse holes, stopping for a moment behind Zany Zanes to give the cat a chance to pounce before quickly snapping it over to the kitchen doors, pausing a moment once more before pointing it right at Brocklandia* |
*opens a barrel of Bajoran wine for the region* This Executive Officer poll serves up two former terrorists. Which anti hero do you choose to move on for Trek Tuesday? |
The Peoples Republic of New United Common-lands The chess tourney will require plenty of drinks, Brocklandia, we may need to pre-order some ;)... (ahh this is like the twelve days of no big banks event all over again) |
The Smash Hit Movie Version of Brocklandia And I forget to wear my reflective bar apron today. |
The Smash Hit Movie Version of Brocklandia How am I supposed to vote for the candidate that looks better in a thong if you don't post photos of them wearing a thong? |
The Smash Hit Movie Version of Brocklandia Well, this time I hope you're not ordering the cheap stuff again? |
The Peoples Republic of New United Common-lands Who knows what might happen, after we start mixing drinks?? Our lack of banks means we are unable to afford big expensive orders :P We shall just take the common stuff, and a few expensive brews to impress the guests O.o Brocklandia and Ratfink |
The Smash Hit Movie Version of Brocklandia Just because you lack banks doesn't mean somebody there doesn't have a mattress or three stuffed with currency. Or gold bars ... though I bet gold bars are difficult to sleep on. Tell you what: Give me twenty or fifty gold bars, and I'll sleep on them for five or ten years and then report back on what the experience was like. |
The Sɴiffєʀ ᴅoɢs of Jack Russell Grabs the dog bowl between its teeth and employs the dreaded and irresistible deep, dark, and hypnotisingly soulful, "puppy-dog eyes" - that tug on heartstrings and pull you in like the blackholes to the Void that they are... We are the Dogs. Resistance is futile. Your bartenders will adapt to service us. |
The ᴅoɢɢʏ Fʀıεɴᴅs of Labrador Retrievers Pants.👅 |
Licks the fingers of any unsuspecting bar patron that recently had food. Especially, if it smells like chicken...👅 |
The Smash Hit Movie Version of Brocklandia *Sigh* Oh, all right.
Who's a good boy ... girl ... barking death-machine ... whatever? You two are, that's who. You are. An odd request, but the customer is always King ... or Spot, or Rover.
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The RMB Spammers Will Be Ejected of Kissinger-Monroe Sees all the dog posts above "Is this your nightmare, Feline Masters?" |
The Borderlands of Fluffy the Alligator *looks at kitty* Hiss! |
The Who are you of Maple Hockey Canadia Bark bark arf woof eh Brocklandia, Ratfink, and Zombie Dog |