Digits
02-23-02, 05:01 PM
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Its been said but what a long strange strange trip its been. Michael's Magical Party Hat it turns out may have not been evil after all, at least not a "Evil Doer". The neverdowell Michael is actually having some success in his life and it has to do with his extensive experience of drinking and partying. In fact it is now his full time profession. After being abducted by aliens and ending up as a bouncer in a bar in downtown Flibflart, Michael with keen observation noticed that the only thing the aliens drank was some horrible smelling stuff that percolated in some sort of gourd that they would leave outside under the planet's two suns. The only music they played, if you could call it music, came from the plumbing which they played by varying the amount of water coming out of the bathroom taps, resulting in wails like a bullmoose in heat. Welp, this got even Michael's brain sucked mind a chuggin. The first thing he did was distill the gourd fruit and pretty soon he had a good supply of good Tennessee White Lightnin. And luckily he had his "Don Ho's Greatest Hits" CD on him when he was whisked off planet. Nowadays Saturday nights are a happening thing when Michael is tending the bar and the patrons are hitting the dance floor to the tune of "Tiny Bubbles".
Thanks to Sinpjib for Michael's head, Martin for the neato hands and to Southern for the shades.
Thanks for viewing!
Its been said but what a long strange strange trip its been. Michael's Magical Party Hat it turns out may have not been evil after all, at least not a "Evil Doer". The neverdowell Michael is actually having some success in his life and it has to do with his extensive experience of drinking and partying. In fact it is now his full time profession. After being abducted by aliens and ending up as a bouncer in a bar in downtown Flibflart, Michael with keen observation noticed that the only thing the aliens drank was some horrible smelling stuff that percolated in some sort of gourd that they would leave outside under the planet's two suns. The only music they played, if you could call it music, came from the plumbing which they played by varying the amount of water coming out of the bathroom taps, resulting in wails like a bullmoose in heat. Welp, this got even Michael's brain sucked mind a chuggin. The first thing he did was distill the gourd fruit and pretty soon he had a good supply of good Tennessee White Lightnin. And luckily he had his "Don Ho's Greatest Hits" CD on him when he was whisked off planet. Nowadays Saturday nights are a happening thing when Michael is tending the bar and the patrons are hitting the dance floor to the tune of "Tiny Bubbles".
Thanks to Sinpjib for Michael's head, Martin for the neato hands and to Southern for the shades.
Thanks for viewing!