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Nah, it's me waving this wand.
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A whole lot of artists here who I admire.
Julian Beever's and his street art, H.R. Giger, Simon Bisley's comic work (the first image of the Hulk's face is my O face), and even Michelangelo. Interesting fact about one of the images in the Last Judgement. The figure in the corner right (judge of the underworld), is a critic of Michelangelo, Biagio da Cesena, shown to have donkey ears in order to represent his foolishness.
Masashi Kishimoto ~
Hey there Dutch. Heard you came from the square. Glad to see you decided to drop by the forum. That's Fantastic!
Enjoy your stay here and have fun!
Red vs Blue.
I'd google the answer to the riddle and pretend to have figured it out on my own.
What if I gave you your freedom?
Hiya folks. Nope, it's me Lover, doing a dance. Ha sha sha sha!
Next to post is Foxy.
The bar seems to be in high spirits, as we all conclude our St. Patrick's day rapping.
“Cheers!” cries Zoe and CG, holding their drinks in the air.
I down my drink and slam it on the table. “Alright, so who is up for the beer pong challenge?” I ask once more.
“Count me in, I can play with beer-balls…huh I mean beer-pongs! says Peeka.
“Of course I am in. I never would miss a crazy game” answers Lover next. I flash a thumbs up, in approval for their willingness to play, and potentially embarrass themselves too. “We still need one more person!” I cry. Halie, stumbles toward us, weaving her caprhinna drink in front of our faces. The alcohol from her drink splashes on her faces and shirts while she speaks “Of course I am in!” We all stare at Halie with a bit of uncertainty. “Honey, I think maybe you're not going to be able to play.” Lover says, trying to lead Halie to a chair for her to sit.
Halie, shakes him off, “Don't tell me what I can and can not do! I'm totally fine. I can play.”
“Halie, you're tipsy. I think you've had enough.” I intervene, laughing. “HA. I know what it ish. Both of you are scared. Lets up, the bet then. Loser does 100 push ups, along with stripping!” she says in a slur. Lover rolls his eyes, shaking his head in disapproval. “I don't know..”
I grab Lover by his left arm and lead him away “Hey, c'mon. This will be fun. Halie is too drunk to win, and Peeka looks like she has never even played before. This will be an easy win.”
Lover sighs, but nods his head in approval. “Alright, but I only do this because I love her!” We both spin around and walk back to Halie and Peeka.
“Alright then, you two versus us. You know the rules. Let the best team win!” I shout. Peeka claps her hands in excitement “Yay! You guys are going down!”
I roll my eyes and do a thumbs down motion. “In your dreams Peeka. Sorry that your first time experience here at the bar will be a humiliating one!” I laugh, arrogantly. I grab Pachacuti who drinks alongside Jay and Stone. I could tell the panda has had one too many drinks already. He has a red tie around his head like a bandana, and sporty black sunglasses on. “C'mere you. We need you to referee the game.”“Growl, roooar, snarl!” he answers back. “Sure, just make sure to wash later.” I reply back.
Lover and me take our place on one side of the table, and Halie and Peeka take their place on the opposite side. Ten cups of half filled beverage are placed on each side. Pachacuti stands at the center of the table, slightly slumped over, barely able to stand erect from all the alcohol in his system. “Alright, normally a rock, paper, scissors, duel determines who goes first. But, because me and Lover are so nice (and want to show a bit of mercy) we'll allow you gals to go first. LET THE GAME BEGIN!” I shout.
Pachacuti hands Halie the beer pong ball. She stares at it in amazement for what seems to be forever, not saying anything. Finally she says
“Oh..so what am I to do with this ball again?!” she cries. Lover nearly falls back laughing. “This is gonna a walk in the park.” I whisper to Lover.“Oh sweety, you gotta just throw that ball in one of the cups over where they are.” Peeka explains.
“OH! Is that all? Well, here goes.” she yells, readying to throw the ball. Lover and me both stand, with our arms crossed, waiting for her to miss.
She takes her sweet time….having one eye shut and angling herself for the perfect shot. “Hey, anytime you're ready hot shot.” I say.
She lets the ball fly.*plop* It lands perfectly in the cup. I stare down in amazement for a second, but quickly snicker. “Luckily shot.”
Lover takes the cup and drinks it before placing the empty cup on the side of the table. He proceeds to remove his shoes and tosses them over to Pachacuti. Next goes Peeka.“Okay..here goes nothing!” she cries. Just as she's releasing the ball from her hand, Halie accidentally slumps onto her right shoulder. “?!”
The ball flies toward my forehead. *smack* It bounces off, and lands in another cup. “ROOAR, Growl!” Pachacuti yells, holding his right arm up, indicating doubles for Peeka. I seem furious, unable to coupe with how lucky both they were. “Dammit, I shouldn't have allowed for bounces…” I mutter. “YAY! Now drink up and strip!” commands Peeka. “ROOAR, WOOF, ZOINK!” adds Pacha.
“Dammit, I know panda…shut it.” I yell. I drink from 2 cups and slam them on the outer edge of the table. Next, I remove my own shoes and hand them to Pachacuti. Me and lover stare at one another. “Things just got real.” I say. “Yes…I think this won't be easy after all.” Lover says.
We both show our serious faces and stare down at our opponents. “We will break you.” I say. And with that…the game of beer pong resumes, all the while playing to the song of Eye of the Tiger by Survivor that happens to be blaring in the bar.
What proceeds is a montage of the game, showing a back and forth slug fest between the teams. High fives are exchanged during moments of triumph. Groans and shouts of anger are displayed during moments of despair. Halie and Peeka, keep making miraculous shots, while we rely on skill to inch closer to victory. The game seems evenly matched, with neither team able to pull away with a huge lead. After what seems like one hour of the game, it now comes down to 1 cup each. Both teams are down to their bra's, panties, undies, and shirt. We all look a little tipsy at this point.
Jay watches on in amazement, with a drink in hand as the game proceeds. Stone, walks over to him wondering what has got his attention.
“You've been here for one hour. Everything oka-” “SHHHHH!” Jay interrupts her. “This game is good. I don't know who is gonna win…” he mutters.
Stone sits by him, observing the game. Meanwhile, I lean on Lover, whispering. “Alright *hiccup* We got dis' amigo! We ain't gonna lose to them!” I say, while wobbling.
“We got those boys *burp* on the ropes now…we jush' gotta concentrate…” Peeka says to Halie who is barely able to stand.
“ROAR, GROWL!” cries Pachacuti, indicating for the game to resume. Peeka, proceeds to go first. She lets the ball fly. *tap* It hits the rim of the cup and falls on the table. She slumps on Halie, disheartened by the missed attempt. “Don't worry Peeka. I got this!” cries Halie.
Halie takes a deep breath. The area around us goes quiet as she enters a Zen like state. She suddenly opens her eyes and focuses on the last cup.
Jay begins to speak …”Mother of God…”
“What is it Jay?” asks Stone. “Her eyes….she's got the eye of the Tiger…” he points.
Halie's eyes seem to be lit aflame. She proceeds to throw her beer pong ball. The ball travels in slow motion as we all stare. *Plop* It hands in the cup. Lover and me throw up our arms in disbelief.
“ARRGH! This is utter B.S!” I yell. Lover shushes me, while he tries to concentrate on his shot. He throw and it is way off, hitting Pacha on his belly. “Yep. I'm drunk.” Says Lover. I smack my forehead with my hand, before angling for my shot.
“You can do this Hukk. You are the man. You were born for this moment!” Lover says trying to motivate me. “I am the man!” I cry before taking my shot. It flies in the air and lands just on the rim of the cup. It actually rattles around it somehow…twirling around the rim of the cup.
“YES. GO IN BABY!” I cry. Halie suddenly hunches down and blows the beer pong off the cup with a single puff.
“ROOAR! GROWL, KABLAAM!” Yells Pachacuti, pointing his furry paws to Peeka, and Halie. “Holy Moses, they won!!” cries Jay.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT COUNTS!?” I scream, grabbing Pachacuti by the neck. “Snarl, roar, grunt.” replies Pachacuti back.
“GIRLS ARE ALLOWED TO BLOW THE BALL OFF FROM THE CUP!? ARRRGH!” I cry. Meanwhile, Peeka, and Halie both jump for joy, absolutely glowing both from victory and from all the alcohol in them. They suddenly stumble backwards, nearly falling on a nearby table. “Alright, you two, you know what to do….100 push ups!” cries Halie
Lover and me seem to sob…still taken aback from our lose. We reluctantly place ourselves on the ground…and proceed to do 100 pushes up in our underwear's. Lover begins to count “One….two….three….”
This makes for a good diversion while, Stone, Jay, BB, and the dwarf leprechauns prepare for the pudding twist match up.
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Pinky and the Brain.
Nope, it's me Zoey, driving by.
Next to post is sexi.
I would I'm already there!
What about if I give you tickets to come and bring a friend ?
Brooklyn 99 ~ A quirky cop show that stars my homie Andy Samberg.
I've told you before, that I'll be keeping this thread alive as long as I am an active member. This thread is mandatory for every off-topic section in a forum. It needs to live on.
