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Muffet is more than hung over.

  • Aug. 24th, 2008 at 11:00 PM
Bloody hell I will never again in my life touch Everclear whilst smoking salvia. I don't know what the hell happened, but I feel like I got sat on by a blooming kimodo dragon, and my insides feel twisted up and gnarled.

I'll pay someone 20 pounds to come and make me a proper borscht; because I'll be damned if I deal with Oleyna in this state.

Little Miss Muffet in... Iron Man sucks cock.

  • Jul. 29th, 2008 at 10:09 PM
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I'm working the Seabright Arms tonight and the rest of this week. I demand visitors; the prettier the better(and the more drinks you'll get).

Also...

Batman > Iron Man by far.

XDDD



Muffet at 4 a.m.

  • Jul. 17th, 2008 at 9:55 PM
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THE DARK NIGHT IS THE BEST MOVIE EVER MADE!

Alright, alright. That's done and over, as I just got back from the opening and damnit if it wasn't the best thing I've ever see. I dunno what is.

That aside, I'e been going bloody gormy all week over a stupid inheritance. See Old Mr. Pratchett was a regular here at the Herp, cool old guy had some grandkids, some kids, wife was gone. He had his pets for friends, which was fine by me but he kicked the bucket. And see, I get this notice in the mail saying I'm one of the executors of his will.

So I show up and I get told I'm being giving this guys two old dessert tortoises what he's raised since he was a boy, and 50k to put towards their care. Bloody hell, I ain't gonna just desert the animals or anything and I get a cool mini fortune outta it. But I haven't been able to get these damn things to eat since I got them. I've spent a small fortune already just giving them different things from sweet potatoes to minnows and they haven't eaten any of it.

So...in response to this I know it's damn late but any of you feel like a party? It's damn depressing to drink by yourself.

Muffet's Mirror.

  • Jul. 6th, 2008 at 10:25 PM
OY, alright you bleeders here's the drill.

The Dublin mirror isn't going to be in Dublin any more. Now it's in London, in my lovely hands and if you need to get into Europe you'll be calling Valentina to let you through lest you want to end up locked in a cage with four piggy little gila monsters.

I keep later hours than Wes, so no worries 'bout the time. And tributes in the form of food, booze and pretty lingerie are most appreciated for these services.

[+44 020 6733 8984 ]

Try and call an hour in advance is all I ask. If you just try to come bursting through(without someone else chasing you), I'll rip your bloody insides out.

[Private Wes]

How'd I do, sound scary enough?

Bloody fucking brilliant!

  • Jun. 25th, 2008 at 11:28 PM
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Miss Muffet Is not amused.

  • Jun. 21st, 2008 at 11:45 PM
[Posted from blackberry at 12:04 a.m.]

I swear to the bloody heavens if another god be damned person in this place asks if I'm related to Nelle McLaughin I'm going to piss in their drink.

I usually love working here but apparently some douche on the tellie's taken to ruining my fun amongst hags and queens, and has turned the night into some wretched sort of star search. Top it off with the fact that tonight's fucking crowd is full of the obnoxious sort of wankery that comes from Judy Chicago feminist dykes and those horrible stereotypical sorts that give the entire damn community a bad name. And this just is not damn cool.

Somebody fun, please come and visit me. Free drink to the first.

Meme.

  • Jun. 21st, 2008 at 11:46 AM
( Goodbye Ruby Tuesday, who could hang a name on you? When you change with every new day...still I'm gonna miss you. )

Info.

  • Jun. 21st, 2008 at 1:24 AM
( She would never say where she came from. Yesterday dont matter if it's gone. While the sun is bright, or in the darkest night...No one knows, she comes and goes. )