Do You Know What It Means To Fiend New Orleans? Part III

Unfortunately, PirateBar wench was gourdshape yuck, but, fortunately, there were four disclosed puertadores that brought a pleasant droolness to the stein's eye. Our heroes drank up the airy wheeze like runners from Chariots of Fire. They riggemed refreshingly up to the seatback fools, baiting the hottles come hither. Barwench teapotted over with a heebeegeebee sheergrin. Charles felt ordermuch lust. But Pierre said bulletbang: "Grabsinthe us absinthe there, right there, no there. Zeusdammit. Where is the fairycloud craze and does it cost?"


Charles spaken: "Lick my licorice! Light up this galleon bullship!"

Amerigo: "May I sneaksnooze while you reekbooze?"

Pierre, zombiedumb towards the hottle convection, "Amerigo, beddyby bitches are veritable bitches in britches SIphon yonder fairycloud craze burrofludorimidori..." The blackgreen hottle unleashed a streaklight. PirateBar gourdette goes all emflambeau on the sugardrop stirjob, and then says something like boomtown, fairies 'R us (but she refereth to wretchbletch Amerigo, solonely, right? who now slinkied floorward and doorward)

Charles:"Amerigo! Do not deny yourself this thrustlife beverahey! Winds tornado in the soul, not the stomago. If I gargle yours, a noontime werewolf will become me to haunt your daydreams."

Pierre: "Wenchy and werewolf, halloween share you like tonight's viral sextape."

PirateBar wench: "What? Are you guys talking about me?"

Charles: "My phone-a-friend is dumbo disney."

Pierre: "Yes, wenchy, fantasyhot havenot. Unfortunate for you, it is not against the straw to be a crass."

PirateBar wench: "Are you guys fucked up?"

Rejuveniled Amerigo, up from the concrete kungfu-style, haughty like great Batman through a skylight, commandeers the barkeep afternoon: "Know this, gourdette Georgette, " he then grabsinthed the glass du jour and then cough cough dryheavered, then dragonspake, "Fuzzle the hottle again and leave us. Your deuces are not wild. ErinGoBraugh is not for your tainted intervention. Today is a collectivedirective for all teacherknights to highhorse it, you afllalo?"

Charles: "I concur, Lazarus Amerigo. Heroes, fly the flag jolly roger!"

Pierre: "Shamrock your cock! Ha!"

Amerigo, "And much more, heroes. Yes, let us be in that number"