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What I Read in the Waiting Room of Hell

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July 02, 2005

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Lefty Louise

Good times will be had by all tonight!

Shakespeare's Sister

A bloody mary to start the evening methinks.

Amanda Marcotte

A Lone Star for this one--I'm going to a rockabilly show later tonight.

The Heretik

Bloody for you then, Sister. I hope we don't get too many drunken philosophers tonight.

Wills

Mead for me, please.

The Heretik

Lone Star for the Mouse. Texas, what about Rove?

Shakespeare's Sister

Rockabilly, eh? Who's performing? Gallon Drunk wouldn't happen to be on the bill, would they?

Buddy H

I love the rockabilly

Amanda Marcotte

The band is called the Flametrick Subs. They're something else--psychobilly like The Cramps. They have cheerleaders, too, called the Satan's Cheerleaders. It's a bunch of women wearing leather cheerleader uniforms that say 666 and are all punked out dancing during the entire show. Good times.

The Heretik

666? The mark of the beast.

Wills

They didn't have such things in my day. Back then, even the women were men. Onstage, I mean.

Paul T. Geist

Wills, I like what you did with ghosts in your plays. Though some think Hamlet's dad later on was a little over the top.

Wills

True enough. My sister warned me about that....

Sigh.

More mead, if you will.

Paul T. Geist

Have what you will, Wills. Mead? I will work on being more noble in faculty, but I am a ghost.

Wills

Mead, yes. And some bangers and mash, if this is a pub that serves food, as well.

John Howard

bangers and mash?

Wills

Let me translate into American for you, my good man. Sausages and mashed potatos. Traditional pub grub here in Blighty.

Paul T. Geist

Bangers and Mash, John! But no barbeque and porn?

The Heretik

Boy, this place gets a little wierd early on, Louise.

Shakespeare's Sister

Has Wills had too much mead again? Oh no. Please get him something to eat. He's a lightweight. And he gets terribly verbose when he's drunk.

Lefty Louise

Wills can stay at my place if he gets a little too along. I have a thing for a poet of the heart.

Lance Mannion

Good evening, ladies and germs.

Howard Hughes

Germs? Where? Get me some tissue boxes and tinfoil, stat!

Lefty Louise

Mannion, you always come in the side door.

Marie Curie

Germs? Don't touch them. Let me get my petrie dish.

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