Post by privatefirstclass on Sept 29, 2008 20:07:24 GMT -5
((I don't think you're dead, and i'm glad someone came in here and took care of the exaggerated bullshit. I'd be glad to start off normal.))
A man staggers into the Elbow Room Bar. He pulls up a chair, and puts his gun on the table. He is wearing a dirty white tank top, with military camoflauged pants, and black boots. He has a couple of cuts on his face and arms, including a fresh one on his eyelid. He looks around at the empty bar. As a joke, he yells out, "Can i get a little service please?"
A man staggers into the Elbow Room Bar. He pulls up a chair, and puts his gun on the table. He is wearing a dirty white tank top, with military camoflauged pants, and black boots. He has a couple of cuts on his face and arms, including a fresh one on his eyelid. He looks around at the empty bar. As a joke, he yells out, "Can i get a little service please?"