Ink Pen by Phil Dunlap for January 05, 2007
January 04, 2007
January 06, 2007
Transcript:
Tyr: A flagon of mead!! Man: Sorry. I gotta cut you off, pal. Tyr: Cut me off? Why? Man: You've had, like, twenty-five, flagons. Tyr: Bah! Twenty-five flagons wouldn't get an infant drunk where I come from! Man: As wonderful as the land of drunken infants sounds, you can't have any mead. How's club soda? Tyr: Can I have it in a flagon?
Jelliqal over 5 years ago
Sounds like they are wealthy to be able to pay these bar tabs - why are they working? Much less with Bixby