Originally posted by fable:
<STRONG>I've decided to do something very different, tonight. We've rented and shipped in the Roman colloseum, and we're going to have the winners of the Eurovision Song Contest over the last ten years fight it out to the death on stage. I think that should lend a touch of something quaintly antique to the Emporium. </STRONG>
I see your idea didn't go down particularly well among the patrons, then...
"Strength without wisdom falls by its own weight."
A word to the wise is sufficient Minerva (Semi-retired SYMer)
Originally posted by Minerva:
<STRONG>I see your idea didn't go down particularly well among the patrons, then... </STRONG>
Well, don't just stand there smirking, @Minerva. What do I pay you for, as Marketing Manager? Come up with some fresh ideas!
To the Righteous belong the fruits of violent victory. The rest of us will have to settle for warm friends, warm lovers, and a wink from a quietly supportive universe.
Originally posted by fable:
<STRONG>Well, don't just stand there smirking, @Minerva. What do I pay you for, as Marketing Manager? Come up with some fresh ideas! </STRONG>
Marketing Manager? Me?
Okay... <new idea... new idea... new idea...>
I've got a headache... Can I leave the job?
[ 11-13-2001: Message edited by: Minerva ]
"Strength without wisdom falls by its own weight."
A word to the wise is sufficient Minerva (Semi-retired SYMer)
I'm hungry and bored. No one seems to be around except lurkers, maybe. Think I'd feel better with a nice stinky bowl of Fuzzy Spam Chowder.
Last night I went to a bar in Hoboken that had 100 different kinds of tequila and mescal. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. We drank $10 shots of mescal--it put you in a very special place in the universe. In remembrance, I'd like to order the next 100 customers at the Emporium a shot of 94 proof Spam Mescal on me.
“I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.” - Edgar Allen Poe
Originally posted by VoodooDali:
<STRONG>I'm hungry and bored. No one seems to be around except lurkers, maybe. Think I'd feel better with a nice stinky bowl of Fuzzy Spam Chowder.
Last night I went to a bar in Hoboken that had 100 different kinds of tequila and mescal. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. We drank $10 shots of mescal--it put you in a very special place in the universe. In remembrance, I'd like to order the next 100 customers at the Emporium a shot of 94 proof Spam Mescal on me.</STRONG>
Hello. I don't think we've met.
"Strength without wisdom falls by its own weight."
A word to the wise is sufficient Minerva (Semi-retired SYMer)
Originally posted by Minerva:
<STRONG>Marketing Manager? Me?
Okay... <new idea... new idea... new idea...>
I've got a headache... Can I leave the job?
</STRONG>
You signed a contract, in blood, after invoking the spirit of Bill Gates. If you want to leave your job, please, announced that out of the Emporium. I don't want any collateral damage. Insurance premiums, ya know.
Besides, when does a good Marketing Manager stand down before a challenge? Think, @Minerva! We have to come up with something big, something never before done in a virtual spam zone! Something that will knock their eyes out, so we grab their eyes and hold them for ransom!
To the Righteous belong the fruits of violent victory. The rest of us will have to settle for warm friends, warm lovers, and a wink from a quietly supportive universe.
Originally posted by fable:
<STRONG>You signed a contract, in blood, after invoking the spirit of Bill Gates. If you want to leave your job, please, announced that out of the Emporium. I don't want any collateral damage. Insurance premiums, ya know. </STRONG>
I don't recall signing it... or indeed coming in here before, to be honest...
<STRONG>We have to come up with something big, something never before done in a virtual spam zone! Something that will knock their eyes out, so we grab their eyes and hold them for ransom!</STRONG>
Mmm, we had jacuzzy, we had jello fights, we had Foul's place (that place had everything to give Buck headache), we had Waverly's Full Monty, and we even had Weasel serving up without his speedo on...
What else can we do?
[ 11-13-2001: Message edited by: Minerva ]
"Strength without wisdom falls by its own weight."
A word to the wise is sufficient Minerva (Semi-retired SYMer)
Originally posted by Minerva:
<STRONG>Hm, it's 2.00am here, and I think that is why. Partly, anyway.
Edit:
I should go to bed now. Hopefully, I'll talk to you soon.
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I hope so, too. I hear ya about the jacuzzy, Foul's place, even Weasel sans speedos--but that's not enough. Not big enough, no offense to Weasel.
I wonder if we could co-op some of the US Defense Dept testing to launch spam fryers into outer space? Then we could advertise "that gamma-ray broiled flavor." What do you think?
To the Righteous belong the fruits of violent victory. The rest of us will have to settle for warm friends, warm lovers, and a wink from a quietly supportive universe.
So, Fable, I complained to my husband that I feel bored. He said, "What do you want me to do?" I said, "Entertain me." He then proceeded to do a MIME routine! A fate worse than death. Am I in hell?
“I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.” - Edgar Allen Poe
Originally posted by VoodooDali:
<STRONG>So, Fable, I complained to my husband that I feel bored. He said, "What do you want me to do?" I said, "Entertain me." He then proceeded to do a MIME routine! A fate worse than death. Am I in hell?</STRONG>
Gods, you poor thing! A husband who MIMES! That's like finding out your father used to molest chipmunks. Have you suggested he go for treatment?
Here: have a flower-pot sized rum baba. You're going to need it.
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Hi, @Brink! And just in time, too. @VD's discovered a horrific side to her husband. He mimes, and he rubs his beer gut.
@VD, if he starts singing the Gillgan's Island theme, killing him will get you off with a reprimand.
To the Righteous belong the fruits of violent victory. The rest of us will have to settle for warm friends, warm lovers, and a wink from a quietly supportive universe.
To the Righteous belong the fruits of violent victory. The rest of us will have to settle for warm friends, warm lovers, and a wink from a quietly supportive universe.
Originally posted by Harry2052:
<STRONG>
hmm ... a bottle of tequila and a thunderstorm for atmosphere
harry</STRONG>
:hands Harry a bottle of tequila shadowed by a miniature thunderstorm: Mind you don't earth yourself while drinking that.
To the Righteous belong the fruits of violent victory. The rest of us will have to settle for warm friends, warm lovers, and a wink from a quietly supportive universe.
Originally posted by fable:
<STRONG>:hands Harry a bottle of tequila shadowed by a miniature thunderstorm: Mind you don't earth yourself while drinking that. </STRONG>
But that's half the fun
*looks around for fable's new machine and waits with a hand on top of it to be hit by lighting*
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