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March 13, 2003
Jürg Beast-of-Garm (DoW PB3): Jubs>>you wanna break out the guitar a minute? feel like makin' an ass of myself... *grunts. looks to Martin* JD sounds good... I got 80 bucks to blow on liquor
Vivian Weiss: quorts a brow at martin's invitation
Meredith Turner: *Blinks looking to Jurg.... oh no.......*
Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3; ST): Works for us, but I think Niklas is going to be busy. I'll have to see when his punishment will begin.
Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3; ST): *Chuckles and heads into his Vans.*
Jürg Beast-of-Garm (DoW PB3): *cracks his knuckles and clears his throat*
Martin *Quickflash* Kurst (Fool,S-E-D): *Nods to Jublain.* I know that you will make it possible to pass on the invitation. They are free to decline. its just that its something that i think would be fun for all. Specialy since i know about most of them allready.
Meredith Turner: *Offers Jurg a soft smile*
Vivian Weiss: (quirks)
Jürg Beast-of-Garm (DoW PB3): *smiles to Mere, though apparently still pissed enough to not want her uneasy sitting by him*
Martin *Quickflash* Kurst (Fool,S-E-D): *Seing Jublain running for something he smirks.* OK well i think i am going to head off before the show starts. I would hate having to leave inthe middle of something good.
Meredith Turner: *Knows. Smiles softly, rubbing her stomach* Jurg love...why in the world are you going to sing?
'Twomoons' Maier (warderdude) :st: ((*lurkmode for 5 minutes*))
Meredith Turner: *Smiles and waves to Martin* Night Marty.
Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3; ST): *Steps back out with the contrap Martin had made for him. It's a steel guitar, the kind where you move a steel bar over the cords to adjust the pitch. Jublain's left arm, which hasn't the strength to do that, rests on the end of the board, and a foot-pedal moves the bar instead. He plucks a few strings, thinking, then starts picking out the tune.*
Vivian Weiss: "Öh gaia no.. you're not going to sing." she says to Jurg.
Martin *Quickflash* Kurst (Fool,S-E-D): *Bows to Meredith.* Take care.
Jürg Beast-of-Garm (DoW PB3): Mere>>I figure Jubs elbows in on bein' the warior, so I need to elbow in on the singin'
Martin *Quickflash* Kurst (Fool,S-E-D): *Looks to Vivian.* Take care.
Martin *Quickflash* Kurst (Fool,S-E-D): *Waves to everybody else and is gone for the night.*
Brad Mullins (SR Thug/Guardian): *chuckles at Jurg*
Jürg Beast-of-Garm (DoW PB3): *let's Jubs get fired up on the steel guitar contraption. pops his neck again and waits for the spot..* my snigin' sucks, so bear with me. I ain't doin' this to entertain y'all. I'm doin' it to entertain me.
Vivian Weiss: "Good night, Marty."
Jürg Beast-of-Garm (DoW PB3): *sings deeply. okay, its not so much singing as speakin' with a semblance of rythm... makes it a bit more bearable, singing to the tune of the Beverly Hillbillies.* come an lemme tell y'a story 'bout a dwarf named Jubs...Got a cokehead sister with some really big jugs.
Vivian Weiss: "your just gonna kill our ear drums.."
Meredith Turner: *Blinks and covers her mouth chuckling* oh.... well alright....
Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3; ST): *Grunts.* That don't even rhyme, you dipshit.... *But keeps playing.*
Jürg Beast-of-Garm (DoW PB3): One day when he came to visit that whoooore.... he met up with two nuts an' they formed the Dogs of War *speaking the part to the side, as tradition dictates, with slightly lowered head and a raised eyebrow* (ate their Wolverine, that is... Let the bodies hit the floor)
Brad Mullins (SR Thug/Guardian): *chuckles at Jub*
Vivian Weiss: She chuckles.
Jürg Beast-of-Garm (DoW PB3): Weeeell the next thing ya know, DoW's whoopin' ass with a flair/ But then they had to leave, 'cause Jub's sis was coughin' up half the Auvirthi's pubic hair
Jürg Beast-of-Garm (DoW PB3): they said "that urban hangout's the place we oughta be",/ so they readjusted their crotches and then they moved to theeee......
Jürg Beast-of-Garm (DoW PB3): *look to the "audience" again* (pre-caern-junkyard... hey cut me some slack here, I suck at songs)
Meredith Turner: *Bites her bottom lip, not to laugh*
Jürg Beast-of-Garm (DoW PB3): *leans back to let Jubs carry through the instrumental and work his way towards the ending credits banjo psycho thingy*
Meredith Turner: *Can't help but wince and cringe at Jurg's...."singing"*
Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3; ST): *Grunts, but does show off a little bit at the playing--and he can make that sucker ~talk~.*
Jürg Beast-of-Garm (DoW PB3): *once Jubs works through the break... probably groaning internally the whole time, Jurg kicks in again, switching pace so that you can just about see the FMT standing outside the front of the white house and waving g'bye. or something like that* weeeel now its time to say g'bye to the queer-lord an' all his kin,../ now they c'n get back to their lube-up an' pokin' in.
Jürg Beast-of-Garm (DoW PB3): The poor fuckers just couldn' take a dose of Dog o' War brutaliteeeee....../ so they can kiss our asses while we whoop ass at the juuhuunkeeee....
Meredith Turner: *Scrunches up her face and shakes her head*
Jürg Beast-of-Garm (DoW PB3): (yard that is, like I said I suck at this).... *waits for the final few notes, belching dead-on with that last one and leaning back*
Vivian Weiss: She brings her hand up to cover her mouth and shakes her head.
Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3; ST): *Sighs.* Damn, at least let me write the damn things before you butcher them.
Meredith Turner: *Claps and just shakes her head* You know Jurg..... everyday I find one more reason to love you....... *Laughs *
Jürg Beast-of-Garm (DoW PB3): thank you! junkyard audiences're the least picky in the world! *gets the "rock star" look for all of half a second, then grunts and sits back again* well... somehow I'm not any less pissed off. *grunts* Jubs>>what? you didn't like it or something? *smirks*
Vivian Weiss: "You're no Skald, Jurg." she chuckles.
Brad Mullins (SR Thug/Guardian): *chuckles and claps when he's done.... prolly clapping ~because~ he's done*
Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3; ST): *Grunts.* When I find out who let it slip.... I swear, I'm gonna mount their ass on my wall.
Jürg Beast-of-Garm (DoW PB3): Jubs>>*grunts and nods* Mere>>you know how that cunt coulda found out about annaliese?
Vivian Weiss: Rubs her ears..
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