Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Mar 11, 2007 22:31:40 GMT -5
Tovarisch came out from under the carpet he had been sleeping/hiding under and dusted himself off.
"What can I say, I get skiddish at times. I'm only a medic after all!"
Tovarisch downed another shot, and took a seat at the bar, slapping a half emptied bottle of Vodka onto the counter.
"I request your finest mystery meat placed on a mold-free piece of bread, and grilled to perfection!" Tovarisch said, spinning around in his chair. "What'd I miss while I was napping?"
"What can I say, I get skiddish at times. I'm only a medic after all!"
Tovarisch downed another shot, and took a seat at the bar, slapping a half emptied bottle of Vodka onto the counter.
"I request your finest mystery meat placed on a mold-free piece of bread, and grilled to perfection!" Tovarisch said, spinning around in his chair. "What'd I miss while I was napping?"