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i thought it was brilliant.
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"TDD?"
"Temporal Displacement Disease, nasty stuff and the only thing that helps is a shot of No, you don't want to know"
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nasty stuff, don't i know it ! the worst is when it hits you and there's no "No, you don't want to know" available.
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I shuddered slightly at the thought of what a drink named like that really contained but decided that I really did not want to know.
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for the best, my friend. for the best.
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All of a sudden the Jukebox came running by with something that at first glance looked like a raging fury hot on it's heels. As they crossed over into Monday, the fury caught up with the Jukebox, got it pinned down and managed to unplug it's speakers with a vicious half-nelson that made me green with envy.
"He must have tried to play something by Abba" I thought as I recognised the fury as Zelda. The Jukebox obviously tried to apologise, but with disconected speakers, all that came out was a kind of low humming sound.
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hmph. i did warn it first. repeatedly.
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"He'll never learn" was the only comment from the Marc as he handed me another glass of ZCD.
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he hasn't so far, anyway.
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Originally Posted by LazyScot
I'm sure Elle'll reconnect the speakers. I think she has a thing for the Jukebox....
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aha ! so you've noticed too ?
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"Then what the…" I, and everyone else, fell silent. Marc had turned round and opened the little glass cabinet that contained the key. Marc took out the key and walked over to the mythical quadruple glass cabinet, and to a chorus of ooohs and aaahs unlocked the cabinet and reverentially removed the quadruple ZCD stein. Before we could ask, Monday's door slammed open, and we were deafened.
"shums" Zelda explained, with a conviction that you would not have thought her lungs were capable of.
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you sound surprised, which leads me to believe that you have never been confronted *personally* by shums.
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I personally suspect that the bar area has various scientifically impossible force fields protecting the bar-entity from untoward events occurring within the bar.
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i'm not allowed to confirm that, but... wink wink, nudge nudge, know what i mean ? (oh, and the nerf gun is in "a safe place".
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"shums." Reiterated Zelda, directly at what I was convinced was the model Ikea store, before charging towards it and picking up the baseball bat. "shums." She repeated as she set about whatever it was, adding assorted words in French that had Verencat (in her "Mac was entrapped" teeshirt) blushing, and various other English words conveying an impression that the shums had not been particularly quiet or helpful. Strangely, she seemed to be beating some small plates of fresh crusty bread, assorted cheeses, olives and garnished with some frisée leaves out of the whatever it was she was hitting. A few minutes later, somewhat subdued, she put down the bat, collected the plates and wandered over to the bar where Marc passed Zelda the now full quadruple ZCD stein.
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there's really nothing like a good piñata to work off your nerves. i'm thinking of installing one here, too.
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Marc proffered me a Long Island Iced Tea with a ZCD chaser and his trademark poly-syllabic enigmatic smile.
So I enjoyed the Iced Tea, ZCD and the friendship of Adrian's, and do you know what? Ikea and Thursday slowly faded from my mind and the games area.
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that's just what i love about going to adrian's.