Huh?

I get the feeling that I missed out on something. Like, a fight.

Ah well. Back to trying to insure everything. Seriously, I wish I had, like, an actual education beyond grade school shit. Then maybe I'd know what I was doing. Also? Don't let them figure out you're from the Bar. THEY WILL NOT GO NEAR YOU.

Maybe I should see if David does insurance or something.

You should see me try to do our taxes, it's like a comedy.

Ultra Mega Party Time

Okay, fellow bargoers! As an offical celebration of my new "fuck the police" status, I'm gonna have a huge-ass party at my house. There will be food of all kinds, but you're welcome to bring your own stuff like we did when we watched the Pangolins vs Armour Dio fight. There will be booze. There will be chocolate. So much chocolate. There will be music and dancing. It will be the best thing ever, and you're all invited! Yes, even you new people who've posted in the comments and want to see what the Bar is like! We won't bite, trust me.

A few rules though! No going upstairs unless you need the crapper. We deserve SOME privacy, after all! Also, no drugs. Yes, we know that we treat illegal susbtances about as seriously as a cartwheeling chicken here, but I'd rather not have to clean up after you people. If you gotta smoke, do it outside. And finally, no funny business! That's for me and 'Bus only.

It'll be in a day or two. I'll post here when the doors are opened and you guys can come in and get your party on. Rock on! \m/

Doing billionaire things

Erebus, you get the top hats. I'll buy the monocles. Let's get classy.