By order of the Fire Marshal, we shall be withdrawing the "Firebomb 151" from the drinks menu temporarily, pending a slight modification of the ingredients and the addition of a mini-fire extinguisher/drinking straw novelty.
Notice to staff: like the Bristol UXB, the Firebomb will be lit off in the back garden only.
I apologize for any and all inconveniences, misunderstandings, and inadvertent collateral damage. Eyebrows do grow back eventually, or so I'm told, it just takes time.
In the meantime - developments in the Trial of the Hemi-Demi-Semi-Century! Gus is spinning a yarn or two to the jury, a rather hard-bitten lot in my opinion who are unsympathetic as to the loss of Gus' dear family to the bloody B. whale (language, etc.). However, they are sympathetic to the parable Gus tells of his losing at cards to a sharpster and his female accomplice, so the jurors appear to be coming around on a closer heading to Gus' point of view. As a side note, the old gambler's trick of seeing the other man's cards in a reflection off a serving tray bottom was used when Gus was taken as an easy mark by the Alaskan card sharp.
Note to self: see that our bottoms are well scoured and not shiny at all.
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*a 3 gallon supply of Silvadene Creme is dropped off by FEDEX*
Why thank you! I do appreciate the sentiment. Excellent stuff, this.
::dabs on eyebrows::
We'd better go easy on this concoction - if we don't open but the one jar, perhaps the unopened ones may be donated to a burn ward in some dreadfully needy place.
miz b:
*hands you a scrollin' paper* this is the fire marshall's tab. i thought you might want to file this under *business licenses*.
snuggs
*CODEI WALKS INTO BLUBRIDGES SALOON, SMILES AND SITS DOWN*
"How are you feeling?!"
*PEOPLE IN DARK SUITS COME IN, FLASH A FEW BADGES AND PROCEED TO HANDCUFF CODEI, CODEI GOES WILLINGLY, FORCING A LOOK BACK.*
Codei yells, "Hey, I am so thankful we resolved things and are now friends. I appreciate that. I'll make it up to you when I get back!" (A large smile is exploding on her face to show her happiness.)
*SHE'S TUGGED BY THE TWO MEN, TO CONFORM TO THE FORWARD MOTION. THEY EXIT BLUBRIDGE'S SALOON*
*waves goodbye*
Chin up dear, the embroidered 450-thread count sheets (suitable for making a safe and stylish escape from durance vile) will be arriving via postal express shortly. Thank you for the lovely guerilla-style makeovers.
All's well as ends different, as Pater often remarked. Time for a little spot of something night-cappy and then to bed.
Mrs. Blubridge,
You are soooo funny. I just laughed so hard, I think I cracked a rib.
(Codei)
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