Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26104528-20150607044555

"Awwh, we'll jus plahy  Steet style! Did dis a-all da time in haischoo." Zephrion took yet another swig from his bottle; the same bottle that he had definetly had a bit too much of for one night.

"Oh, we gambabaled jus abou e'rytinng. Monay, food, homawerk, wee-ed, favors..." He unsubtley winked.



*IHOP, 12:41 AM (Couldn't come up with a reasonable knock-off name)*

"Guys, I got a really bad feeling about this." A semi-inebrieated Fritz told his buddies.

"Yeah, can we get a Colorado Omelette for the lightwieght?" Ingraham ordered and then turned to his buddy "Dude, I told you: never drink on an empty stomach. Anyway, omelettes are probably the best foods for hangovers especially since your's is hitting early."

"Oh, it's not that. I feel fine. I just feel like someone, somewhere is about to make a really bad decision involving me...and what the hell does 'colorado' mean?"