Morning, Jack. You got something strong here to wake a man up?
Wanna make sure I'm wide awake before I kill some reds

Hey you have no toilet seats on your toilets, I nearly got my butt wet.

WHAT KIND OF PLACE IS THIS

G.I. Mac McMelkor wrote: Morning, Jack. You got something strong here to wake a man up?
Wanna make sure I'm wide awake before I kill some reds

This little shot glass contains more caffeine than the average paper pushing DMV worker consumes in a month. Be a little careful, don't drink this before a physical, and never mix with medications.

Guaranteed to keep you awake, even during Capture Carrier missions!

Manfred

[m]Misfit Crockett wrote: Hey you have no toilet seats on your toilets, I nearly got my butt wet.

WHAT KIND OF PLACE IS THIS

This is a class joint Davy. We wash and drip dry the toilet seats every day. Due to the clientele's, err, personal habits, it's the only way to get 'em germ free. If you are in here early like you are, grab a toilet seat from the drying rack out back. No need for a screwdriver, we installed quick disconnects.

Here, I grabbed one for you. Extra jumbo heavy duty, right?

Manfred

Lol

Manfred wrote:

G.I. Mac McMelkor wrote: Morning, Jack. You got something strong here to wake a man up?
Wanna make sure I'm wide awake before I kill some reds

This little shot glass contains more caffeine than the average paper pushing DMV worker consumes in a month. Be a little careful, don't drink this before a physical, and never mix with medications.

Guaranteed to keep you awake, even during Capture Carrier missions!

Manfred

there was nothing sleepy about the ctc i was just in with Big C, Buckgeo, John II, Goddo and Von Len. Sheesh. Talk about stressful.

Maybe you should try saleing foot. From what I've been reading on other threads there seems to be a market.....



This post has NOTHING to do with what happened at MoM's place

See, it worked!

In honor of the Jolly Roger's 4000th post, drinks are on me today!
What? It's Saturday, it's never too early to drink on a saturday!
wait, what was that? No, i really cant afford drinks for everybody... I had to sell my Se5 to pay for this...
But who cares! A toast to the Jolly Roger never closing!

Grats J.R on yalls 4000 post!!! Way to go guys. This business is thriving as good as ever!!!

Mac, we got you a new Se5... This one even has a cup holder. Thanks for covering everyone, but you didn't have to.

Thanks to my loyal customers for 4K. I never thought this would end up with 400... Maybe I should get out of trucking and get into the bar business in real life.... Ok, actually I probably should.

Anyway, Thanks

Thanks, Jack. Just tried my new plane out. I got half way across the field when i realized that the cupholder is where the trigger used to be.! I died a lot, but at least i wasn't thirsty.

jacklpe wrote: Mac, we got you a new Se5... This one even has a cup holder. Thanks for covering everyone, but you didn't have to.

Thanks to my loyal customers for 4K. I never thought this would end up with 400... Maybe I should get out of trucking and get into the bar business in real life.... Ok, actually I probably should.

Anyway, Thanks

O wait.... Macs Buying.... SWEEEET!!! ILL have 3 6 packs of glass Cokes and hmmmmm..... what else..... I ill take the tv too lmao jkjk hahaha. I love this bar

Kes, I come back after a brief absence, and all the extra cue balls have chunks bitten out of them! If this continus, I am going to tell your orthodontist!

How are ya buddy? Here's those vanilla cokes.

Manfred

The stress of college man..... I still use that cue ball yall gave me but I dont want to break it so I only use it in special occasions

Then Jack let me be the cook and Bartender while u where out on vacation. That stopped me from busting up more cue balls lol.

Jack, I need your biggest glass of the heaviest stuff you've got here. I've spent 6 hours with relatives for Mother's Day, and I need to forget this night as soon as possible....

G.I. Mac McMelkor wrote: Jack, I need your biggest glass of the heaviest stuff you've got here. I've spent 6 hours with relatives for Mother's Day, and I need to forget this night as soon as possible....

Manfred, go ahead and get out that jar from under the end of the bar.... Mac, make sure you have a ride home, or a place set up in the bunk room in back. Make sure not to smoke for a few minutes.

(My first time in The Jolly Roger)
I finally decide to go into the mysterious building on the banks of the lake that I've seen many pilots going into. When I land my plane, I am having a hard time finding a good place with all of the other parked planes around. I hit the brakes, put away my rifle and parachute backpack, and walk inside.

The worlds largest jukebox is playing music in the corner. The tables are full of a crazy assortment of pilots. I start to look for anyone who I might recognize. There is a group of people at one table who seen to be disappearing, reappearing, stopping, and jumping around like a scratched up DVD. "Laggers", I think. I see one person with a large grenade launcher enjoying a glass of beer. I see another with a toilet seat over his head and his food on the lid. Someone else seems to be chewing on... are those cue balls? Guess I'm not playing pool.

I walk up to the bar. Racks of different types of ales line the back counter. The bartender-his nametag reads "Manfred"- is adding Oreos to a gigantic ice cream shake mixer. He notices me standing at the counter, and says, "Hello? You're new".
I reply back, "Yes. My name's Butcher." I stick out my hand. He shakes it.
He says, "You'll want to meet the owner of this bar, Jacklpe". He motions to a dude who has been walking around the tables. I shake his hand, too.
He studies me for a second, and then says, "I don't think you're 21." I nod in agreement.
Jacklpe turns to the bartender. "Manfred, don't give Butcher alcohol."
Manfred nods, and turns to me, and asks "What can I get you?"
"I need the strongest non-alcoholic beverage you've got. The past few days have been... well... difficult."
Manfred wordlessly turns to the milkshake mixer, pours me a cup, hands it to me, and says "This should do it."
I accept the cup, turn around, and walk to a table, and sit down.
"Nice place", I think.

Butcher[ASC] wrote: (My first time in The Jolly Roger)
I finally decide to go into the mysterious building on the banks of the lake that I've seen many pilots going into. When I land my plane, I am having a hard time finding a good place with all of the other parked planes around. I hit the brakes, put away my rifle and parachute backpack, and walk inside.

The worlds largest jukebox is playing music in the corner. The tables are full of a crazy assortment of pilots. I start to look for anyone who I might recognize. There is a group of people at one table who seen to be disappearing, reappearing, stopping, and jumping around like a scratched up DVD. "Laggers", I think. I see one person with a large grenade launcher enjoying a glass of beer. I see another with a toilet seat over his head and his food on the lid. Someone else seems to be chewing on... are those cue balls? Guess I'm not playing pool.

I walk up to the bar. Racks of different types of ales line the back counter. The bartender-his nametag reads "Manfred"- is adding Oreos to a gigantic ice cream shake mixer. He notices me standing at the counter, and says, "Hello? You're new".
I reply back, "Yes. My name's Butcher." I stick out my hand. He shakes it.
He says, "You'll want to meet the owner of this bar, Jacklpe". He motions to a dude who has been walking around the tables. I shake his hand, too.
He studies me for a second, and then says, "I don't think you're 21." I nod in agreement.
Jacklpe turns to the bartender. "Manfred, don't give Butcher alcohol."
Manfred nods, and turns to me, and asks "What can I get you?"
"I need the strongest non-alcoholic beverage you've got. The past few days have been... well... difficult."
Manfred wordlessly turns to the milkshake mixer, pours me a cup, hands it to me, and says "This should do it."
I accept the cup, turn around, and walk to a table, and sit down.
"Nice place", I think.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORAH

Butcher[ASC] wrote: (My first time in The Jolly Roger)
I finally decide to go into the mysterious building on the banks of the lake that I've seen many pilots going into. When I land my plane, I am having a hard time finding a good place with all of the other parked planes around. I hit the brakes, put away my rifle and parachute backpack, and walk inside.

The worlds largest jukebox is playing music in the corner. The tables are full of a crazy assortment of pilots. I start to look for anyone who I might recognize. There is a group of people at one table who seen to be disappearing, reappearing, stopping, and jumping around like a scratched up DVD. "Laggers", I think. I see one person with a large grenade launcher enjoying a glass of beer. I see another with a toilet seat over his head and his food on the lid. Someone else seems to be chewing on... are those cue balls? Guess I'm not playing pool.

I walk up to the bar. Racks of different types of ales line the back counter. The bartender-his nametag reads "Manfred"- is adding Oreos to a gigantic ice cream shake mixer. He notices me standing at the counter, and says, "Hello? You're new".
I reply back, "Yes. My name's Butcher." I stick out my hand. He shakes it.
He says, "You'll want to meet the owner of this bar, Jacklpe". He motions to a dude who has been walking around the tables. I shake his hand, too.
He studies me for a second, and then says, "I don't think you're 21." I nod in agreement.
Jacklpe turns to the bartender. "Manfred, don't give Butcher alcohol."
Manfred nods, and turns to me, and asks "What can I get you?"
"I need the strongest non-alcoholic beverage you've got. The past few days have been... well... difficult."
Manfred wordlessly turns to the milkshake mixer, pours me a cup, hands it to me, and says "This should do it."
I accept the cup, turn around, and walk to a table, and sit down.
"Nice place", I think.

you'll wanna park your plane away from the middle of the parking lot, butcher. kestrel gets a little crazy with that rocket launcher sometimes... and don't order the "pea" soup. It's not the kind of pea you think it is...

G.I. Mac McMelkor wrote:

Butcher[ASC] wrote: (My first time in The Jolly Roger)
I finally decide to go into the mysterious building on the banks of the lake that I've seen many pilots going into. When I land my plane, I am having a hard time finding a good place with all of the other parked planes around. I hit the brakes, put away my rifle and parachute backpack, and walk inside.

The worlds largest jukebox is playing music in the corner. The tables are full of a crazy assortment of pilots. I start to look for anyone who I might recognize. There is a group of people at one table who seen to be disappearing, reappearing, stopping, and jumping around like a scratched up DVD. "Laggers", I think. I see one person with a large grenade launcher enjoying a glass of beer. I see another with a toilet seat over his head and his food on the lid. Someone else seems to be chewing on... are those cue balls? Guess I'm not playing pool.

I walk up to the bar. Racks of different types of ales line the back counter. The bartender-his nametag reads "Manfred"- is adding Oreos to a gigantic ice cream shake mixer. He notices me standing at the counter, and says, "Hello? You're new".
I reply back, "Yes. My name's Butcher." I stick out my hand. He shakes it.
He says, "You'll want to meet the owner of this bar, Jacklpe". He motions to a dude who has been walking around the tables. I shake his hand, too.
He studies me for a second, and then says, "I don't think you're 21." I nod in agreement.
Jacklpe turns to the bartender. "Manfred, don't give Butcher alcohol."
Manfred nods, and turns to me, and asks "What can I get you?"
"I need the strongest non-alcoholic beverage you've got. The past few days have been... well... difficult."
Manfred wordlessly turns to the milkshake mixer, pours me a cup, hands it to me, and says "This should do it."
I accept the cup, turn around, and walk to a table, and sit down.
"Nice place", I think.

you'll wanna park your plane away from the middle of the parking lot, butcher. kestrel gets a little crazy with that rocket launcher sometimes... and don't order the "pea" soup. It's not the kind of pea you think it is...

Oh... so that's why it tasted funny... I'm gonna go out to go move my pla-GAHHHH! My plane is now replaced by a smoking hole! Give me a few minutes to park my tank...

Nice introduction Butcher! Welcome to the Jolly Roger, and that milkshake is on me, ok?

To drink in my establishment, I would prefer that you at least be of legal drinking age where you come from. There are a few old souls here that probably slip through the cracks, but as we are kind of independent here, sometimes for the right people we look the other way.

If your plane got hit, we'll take care of that for you. When you're here, you're family. That's being taken care of right now.

You saw my rules about squad drama, and personal vendetta. Leave it outside, unless it is mutual, and we approve it. Chances are, we're gonna tell you to take it out back. If only one is the aggressor, whether he is right or wrong, he will be sent down the road.

This place is my safe haven, place of business, and home away from home. While you are here, you are under our wing, and we will make sure that you have the best experience possible.

As I said earlier, welcome to the Jolly Roger!

*quietly enters the Jolly Roger*

*looks to the left*

*looks to the right*

*goes to the bar and orders a drink*

*looks for a quiet corner to relax in*

*sits down*

Hi all

[TFL] Robert33 wrote: *quietly enters the Jolly Roger*

*looks to the left*

*looks to the right*

*goes to the bar and orders a drink*

*looks for a quiet corner to relax in*

*sits down*

Hi all

quietly looks to the left again sees his reflection in the mirror*

reflections startles him he jumps*

He wets himself*

Now he can't leave the corner or everybody will know he just peed himself....

Gloria,. wrote:

[TFL] Robert33 wrote: *quietly enters the Jolly Roger*

*looks to the left*

*looks to the right*

*goes to the bar and orders a drink*

*looks for a quiet corner to relax in*

*sits down*

Hi all

quietly looks to the left again sees his reflection in the mirror*

reflections startles him he jumps*

He wets himself*

now he can't leave the corner are everybody we'll know he just peed himself....

*Don't worry hon, it's happened here more than once on occasion. Bathroom's over there, you'll find a bin of some old jeans that you can change into. Not completely clean, but better than what you're wearing now.*

jacklpe wrote: Nice introduction Butcher! Welcome to the Jolly Roger, and that milkshake is on me, ok?

To drink in my establishment, I would prefer that you at least be of legal drinking age where you come from. There are a few old souls here that probably slip through the cracks, but as we are kind of independent here, sometimes for the right people we look the other way.

If your plane got hit, we'll take care of that for you. When you're here, you're family. That's being taken care of right now.

You saw my rules about squad drama, and personal vendetta. Leave it outside, unless it is mutual, and we approve it. Chances are, we're gonna tell you to take it out back. If only one is the aggressor, whether he is right or wrong, he will be sent down the road.

This place is my safe haven, place of business, and home away from home. While you are here, you are under our wing, and we will make sure that you have the best experience possible.

As I said earlier, welcome to the Jolly Roger!

Oh yes, that story was fun to write
And the squad stuff is why I needed the strongest non-alcoholic drink you had. The good thing is, it's over.
My plane wasn't hit... it was rocketed... but oh well, its covered by insurance right?
I'm not breaking any laws, ordering a milkshake, I hope.

Ouch, tough crowd today Robert. Here's the Lambanog you ordered, sorry no lemon peels but I hope lime will do. Pool shooter? Watch out for the guy with the cue ball pieces at his table. He's a shark.
Manfred

Butcher, the milkshakes are legal everywhere, but I wouldn't brag about them to your personal trainer. As for your plane... what plane?

Manfred wrote: Butcher, the milkshakes are legal everywhere, but I wouldn't brag about them to your personal trainer. As for your plane... what plane?

My plane? Oh, according to Mac, apparently Kes or someone went trigger happy with a rocket launcher and my plane happened to be a casualty. I talked with my biplane insurance agent and, amazingly, "Kestrel rocket launcher strikes" are covered! No payment out-of-pocket for a new one!

I hope your insurance covers rocket launchers, you're a WWI fighter pilot, for crying out loud! And what happened to the pool balls?