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The Red Pigeon (Icarus)
le Duc
Username: Icarus

Post Number: 176
Registered: 4-2003


Posted on Wednesday, April 30, 2003 - 6:40 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

If it was easy everyone would do it.
We the people appreciate the sacrifices you make for the drinking public.

You might even get re-elected to a second term.
ENORMUS DICK (Louched_liver)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Louched_liver

Post Number: 1528
Registered: 12-2001


Posted on Wednesday, April 30, 2003 - 3:36 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

Back to work in 25 minutes.
The pain is horrific.
der Cros is still asleep (lucky prick).
For the next few weeks, I'll be drinking-NOTHING!
Time for a quick puke before headin' off to the J O B.
I think the tally topped out @ 12 bars we walked to.
Today it hurts to be the Mayor.
Where once I was lost, I now come back to pee.
The Red Pigeon (Icarus)
le Duc
Username: Icarus

Post Number: 175
Registered: 4-2003


Posted on Tuesday, April 29, 2003 - 7:06 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

It's as though it were designed especially for that weekend.

I can't remember if you saw the head-Meds before or after the call for bail money...

Just tell Crosby to keep pushing the "OK" button, and everything will be OK.
ENORMUS DICK (Louched_liver)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Louched_liver

Post Number: 1524
Registered: 12-2001


Posted on Tuesday, April 29, 2003 - 6:59 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

Says it all about the folks that matter the most. The Mayor and the wafer nibbler.
Doesn't work.
Where once I was lost, I now come back to pee.
ENORMUS DICK (Louched_liver)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Louched_liver

Post Number: 1518
Registered: 12-2001


Posted on Tuesday, April 29, 2003 - 5:50 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

Yesterday-
Ate lunch @ Petro's, high above Absinthetown. Afribeane cuisine.
Went to the Lehigh county museum to see the crib in all its glory on a map from 1876.
Then 7 bars on foot.
This morning is intense pain. The beer I'm drinkin' is helping some.
I have to check der Cros for a pulse, I believe. I'm assuming he wishes he was dead, like I do.
And like his wife does. The calls about bail money being needed didn't go over too well.
Where once I was lost, I now come back to pee.
The Red Pigeon (Icarus)
le Duc
Username: Icarus

Post Number: 148
Registered: 4-2003


Posted on Sunday, April 27, 2003 - 5:52 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

I looked and looked, but there are no crackers to be had in the LL mannor... other than the ones that drink there.

I'll be sure to send off a big ole' box of FAT FREE WHeat thins for Xmas.
Masqued Reveler (Nolamour)
Elitist Bastard
Username: Nolamour

Post Number: 652
Registered: 5-2002


Posted on Sunday, April 27, 2003 - 10:23 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

Head...

You're reallly pushing the envelope with LL...How can you even mention:

Fat...



Free...


Wafers!
Laissez le Bon Temps Rouler!
mattm3 (Mattm3)
le Duc
Username: Mattm3

Post Number: 168
Registered: 4-2003


Posted on Sunday, April 27, 2003 - 8:01 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

poor man's tomatoe soup: ketchup and hot water, Yum
Goth Girls Rule!!!
Pastor of Muppets (Emmy)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Emmy

Post Number: 95
Registered: 9-2001


Posted on Sunday, April 27, 2003 - 1:02 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

poor man's soup:

warm milk
saltines

y
u
m
m
y

I like mustard (Head_prosthesis)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Head_prosthesis

Post Number: 3351
Registered: 1-2001


Posted on Sunday, April 27, 2003 - 12:48 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

... the big guns...

Chicken inna Biscuit





or um...



Fat




Free...








Wafers!
I like mustard (Head_prosthesis)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Head_prosthesis

Post Number: 3350
Registered: 1-2001


Posted on Sunday, April 27, 2003 - 12:45 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

"WH"eat thins
I like mustard (Head_prosthesis)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Head_prosthesis

Post Number: 3349
Registered: 1-2001


Posted on Sunday, April 27, 2003 - 12:44 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

saltine
The Red Pigeon (Icarus)
le Duc
Username: Icarus

Post Number: 147
Registered: 4-2003


Posted on Saturday, April 26, 2003 - 11:57 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

I tickles when I put that in my PS2...
I like mustard (Head_prosthesis)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Head_prosthesis

Post Number: 3348
Registered: 1-2001


Posted on Saturday, April 26, 2003 - 9:08 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

House on fire, house on fire...

put it out, put it out.
Masqued Reveler (Nolamour)
Elitist Bastard
Username: Nolamour

Post Number: 650
Registered: 5-2002


Posted on Saturday, April 26, 2003 - 8:48 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

Damn!

Fire, Pikkle (in effigy), and $1 Draught! Sure sounds like a lady pleaser to me.

Head to the bar, beat/drag some girlies back to the pad...caveman style.

Wake the liver and tell us more about the after party!

Fest was great...but, yea, wish I wuz there!


Laissez le Bon Temps Rouler!
MC Pee Pants (Fluffy_g)
Mousquetaire
Username: Fluffy_g

Post Number: 22
Registered: 3-2003


Posted on Saturday, April 26, 2003 - 7:00 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

Here's me.

Red Pidg, you coulda just put this in your Ps2- spot...
Citizen Dildo
The Red Pigeon (Icarus)
le Duc
Username: Icarus

Post Number: 142
Registered: 4-2003


Posted on Saturday, April 26, 2003 - 5:50 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

Fast forward to 8:45pm.

Dinky is back from his Porsche-Penis-Gathering. Someone tries to pour me a beer? I decline and head straight for the Lyonais (it is 4pm after all). Then more Freedomsinthe, some moonman's, some freaking superb food prepared by mrs.liver, more HG... a taste of Tarragona that seems to have taken the mysterious route. I'm enjoying a relaxing chat in the Mansion du' Liver.

9pm-

The freedomsinthe is almost gone, 1/2 bottle of each of the moonman collection left, 1/2 bottle of the Faux LB verte... almost the same as when we started. (it appears to have taken the same exit as the tarragona).

Crosby is passed out Pikkle style, Liver is MIA (presumed to be re-charging in his BED), and I'm left to defeat the absinthe mice and continue on all ALONE! WTF all this 1st class booze, and no women?

I hear there are plans to infest the Homie bar, but $1 draught won't work for me after tasting some of the best absinthe this hemisphere has to offer.

Ps- Absinthe towne is the perfect name for this place.

Ps2- You shoulda' been here!
Uncle (Uncle)
le Vicomte
Username: Uncle

Post Number: 94
Registered: 5-2001


Posted on Saturday, April 26, 2003 - 11:23 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

WORD?!?!?!
ENORMUS DICK (Louched_liver)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Louched_liver

Post Number: 1516
Registered: 12-2001


Posted on Saturday, April 26, 2003 - 10:19 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

The Eye Openers consisted of the Louched Liver House Blend and the sappy Emil brother. We were standing in the kitchen, at the back of the house, when I noticed the sirens had quit real close. Looking through the house out the front door, I noticed the flashing lights.
"Fuck, they're right near by!"
Cros-
"Fuck near by, they're right here!"
Opened the front door to see 3 firetrucks, and the asst. marshall's car in the street. Everyone looking up at the top of the crib.
"Hey, is my house on fire?"

"Do you have wood burner?"

"Fireplace, yeah."

"Can I come in and look?"

Oh, shit!
Where once I was lost, I now come back to pee.
ENORMUS DICK (Louched_liver)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Louched_liver

Post Number: 1515
Registered: 12-2001


Posted on Saturday, April 26, 2003 - 10:13 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

Seriously!
Where once I was lost, I now come back to pee.
ENORMUS DICK (Louched_liver)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Louched_liver

Post Number: 1514
Registered: 12-2001


Posted on Saturday, April 26, 2003 - 10:13 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

Well, the firetrucks just left...
Where once I was lost, I now come back to pee.
Masqued Reveler (Nolamour)
Elitist Bastard
Username: Nolamour

Post Number: 649
Registered: 5-2002


Posted on Saturday, April 26, 2003 - 9:13 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

Nice...Keep the posts coming! {as I sit reading with a blurry head - I think my eyes are bleeding}

Going to Jazz Fest today: Crosby, Stills, and Nash to play at 5:30. I anxiously await my return to hear about the Throw up...er, down in Absinthetown.
Laissez le Bon Temps Rouler!
ENORMUS DICK (Louched_liver)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Louched_liver

Post Number: 1512
Registered: 12-2001


Posted on Saturday, April 26, 2003 - 8:47 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

Crosby lives!!
Time to get hurt.
Where once I was lost, I now come back to pee.
ENORMUS DICK (Louched_liver)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Louched_liver

Post Number: 1499
Registered: 12-2001


Posted on Saturday, April 26, 2003 - 8:04 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

What a fuckin' moron! And one w/a hangover at that.

THROW Down.
Where once I was lost, I now come back to pee.
ENORMUS DICK (Louched_liver)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Louched_liver

Post Number: 1498
Registered: 12-2001


Posted on Saturday, April 26, 2003 - 8:01 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

It's on. You wish you were here.
I was late to the airport to get der Cros because we got our asses stomped at work. He marveled at the qualities of my quaint little town on the way to the Little Mansion in the 'Hood. Right as we were clearing the gate to the grounds of the domicile Dinky pulled up and got out of his skate. What fortuitous timing! When you are the Mayor of Absinthetown, shit goes your way.
Into the crib we goes, greetings exchanged, very, very generous gifts given to yours truly. Thanks Mice! Freedomsinthe is opened, sniffed, poured, and put under the LL NYC fountain for the 3 of us. Then we retire to the living room to sit in front of the fire and enjoy a tipple. What great, great shit! It's amazing what a talented artist can do. This is the 2nd of their creations I've tried, and it is definitely world class. World class indeed.
I trot up the stairs to wash the chicken wing funk off me and we are off to the Homie Bar. $1 drafts, Yuengling, of course. After a few rounds we hit the sidewalks for the Grand Hotel. The oldest stand up bar in America. As in-No bar stools at the bar. 1844. We close the joint. A quick block and a 1/2 stagger back and it's nighty nights. Crosby takes Asta the Wonder Dog in lieu of an electric blanket. Dinky is tucked in under the stairs in the closet.
And today is another day, fresh w/promise and a shitload of Moonman's 15b-17, Freedomsinthe, Sappy Emil, and phony verte.
Not to mention a trip to the Brew Works.
www.thebrewworks.com

Ah, Absinthetown, my home, sweet home!
Where once I was lost, I now come back to pee.

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