Whiskey Thursday

I read your mind queeq darling....

"Can you read my mind? Do you know what it is you do to me?"

You can see right through me. 😉

Gundark the Glass ... hmmm... not bad

Wondering why you are, all the wonderful things you are.

thank you queeq, I'm flattered

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Why is it that every single thread seems to turn into some kind of taunting of Gundy and queeqs sexual courtship?

Lance and yers share beds, and do you seem then throwing it in everone's face? 😱

BTW, tomorrow is Whiskey Thursday!

"Today, today
It's a dream away

Visions in my cell begin to bread
Was everything a fact of what I read
Excuse my while l spell my name" - Talk Talk

Sexual courtship ? I hadn't noticed.

Hooray ! Whiskey Thursday is here.

Okay. Me, To and finti get to relieve our scene all over again.

*starts swaggering down street, goes into dusty bar to get bottle of whiskey*

Hey ToMacckey ! Where dun that durn finti git to now ?

"But a shot in the dark one step away from you
A shot in the dark always creeping up on you" -Ozzy

.. and then finti is off with the whiskey all to himself again

God darn Im gitin my self a whole botil of faine moonshaine whiskee *spits out the tobacco rearange the boots and overal denims and tilt back the straw hat*

Starts to sing "I`m a poor lonesome cowboy a long way from home........ 😮‍💨

That be the worst singin' I ever in tarnation heard.

*puts hand on holster*

Ya best shuddup boy.

Best be doin' wot she say, boy. I seen 'er spread brains all about this street.

Pass that ther' whiskey, Gundie.

*slides bottle down to To at other end of bar*

here ya go, padner !

*downs another shot glass of whiskey*

that helps shake off the ole trail dust.

finti draws faster than his own shadow and shoots the rusty gun from gundys holster.
"Hey leave that darn botil alone that is all miine, and miiine alone. Yu al can take that brown stuf corn liq...liqq.. booze thingy over at the baa. Now git too it gal and dance, and To pour me some more of that whiskee now boy"

*pulls off cowboy hat and throws it on floor*

Who in tarnation do ya think yer are, shootin' at me like that ! And I ain't no damn saloon girlie thats a gonna be dancin' fer ya, I can promise ya that, ya no good two-bit claim jumper !

*grabs rifle from behind bar*

Think ya best be makin' with an apologeeeee, there mister finti.

*downs more whiskey*

Thems' fightin' words.

*spits out straw*
again finti acts faster than this shadow, draws his gun shoots the rifle out of gundys hand, drinks another whiskey and holster his own gun . All before the shadow acts.
😉
"You all ready to kneel before me, you skunksters"
" To hurry up with that whiskee boy I am thirsteeeey, and git that darn stupid skirt off, i wanna see Gundy dance like a jizzabell, not you To. Serve us some brown liqaa....lick....licc....booze

Oooooooooh..quicker than his shadow even 😂

Don't even come near my Gundy, boyyy. 😠
Or I'zz agonna whoop yerr aaaasss.

*whispers* (for the Europeans)
a better hick comeback is "boy, don't make me open a can of whoopass on ya"