The Consequences of Drunken Driving or “Skretch”

 

 

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The Consequences of Drunken Driving

MacNairCDC posted:

Fun with sunglasses

DuncanMuse: "What do you mean, 'I lost the T-Bird'!?"

[At the time, the first one did not fru. From there, things just took on life!]


lahoffyCDC, (turning heat off in house)

They're all there, cept for one...

Is this the one? Leaning against the car?

(except she fru’d the WRONG photo! She fru'd *THIS* one:)


To which MacNairCDC replied:

Hee hee hee .... can you just SEE this scene?

The neighborhood was still in the dead of night. Even the city took a break from the bustle at 2 am. No cars. No passerbys. Not even a stray dog. The traffic signals did their constant change from green to yellow to red and back again ... and no one noticed.

Except the intoxicated man in the chair scooting with a dreadful sound down one lane of the street...

"Beep, beep, beeeeppp! Clear the way, you morons!" merrily called Duncan MacLeod, wearing his best pinstripe jacket. He had to raise his weight off the chair for every forward lurch to avoid breaking the ornate wooden legs.

Behind him, weaving none too steadily on two feet, Connor MacLeod followed his progress. The amber swirl of Scotch in the bottle barely stayed inside as he waved it around to keep his balance. "Don't cross the center line, Dunc'n. Some son-of-a-bee will likely go an' run you plumb over!" called the staggering elder Scot, meandering across the dotted line without even registering the fact.

"Plum? I'm not in my plum suit tonight, am I? I swear Connor, you get blinder every year!" shouted Duncan. Skretch, went the chair. "Next time let's use one with wheels!"

"Only if I drive," called Connor. "Red light, STOP!"

Duncan nearly fell out of his chair.

"Green light, GO!"

Skretch, skretch, skretch.

The streetlights impassively watched the parade go by without even blinking.


lahoffyCDC, laughing so hard, she's crying

O Gods, I think I've killed myself! hee hee hee!

OMG!! OMG!!! OMG!!! MY SIDES HURT!!

And I think I peed my pants!!

Oh lord, MacNair..(can't type, still laughing) I can just SEE this!!

Needed this today..(dang, wish I could se to typ)


lynnannCDC – ROFLOLACSPI

MacNair! are you ON something? And why aren't you sharing


MacNairCDC

Round Two [Oh, the things you PUT me through, lahoffy!]

"I did not!"

"You did too! I was there, remember?"

"My jacket is right where I hung it," Duncan retorted, turning the wheel of his sleek car on the way to the liqueur store. Why are we out of Scotch? he questioned only to himself. He was not about to give his kinsman the satisfaction that he even entertained the thought that Connor may be right.

"Yeah, well explain the road grime on the bottom of that chair, willya?" the elder man countered.

"So, I need to hire a housekeeper. That's all!" Duncan defended.


lahoffyCDC-innocent I tell ya!

What'd I do?

Don't blame me because the muses are in a silly mood today!

Geesh! Fru the wrong pic around here and look what it gets ya...


lynnannCDC

I think that's only one extra post because lahoffy tried to fru the car in the next one, and got the chair instead.


lahoffyCDC,grinning

"Got the chair instead?" *snerk*

Since when is it a capital crime to post the wrong fru? *snerk* *snort*

Sorry, just couldn't resist.


MacNairCDC

Hee hee hee. Lahoffy, look at your subject line ... and tell me if that doesn't lead to sin in some way?

I can see it now:

DuncanMuse: "She did it again and now she's going to pay!"

ConnorMuse: "Again? I thought we broke her of the habit of tossing the wrong fru!"

DuncanM: "Well. If we did, she didn't learn the lesson well enough!" He leaned in closer until he was breathing practically in Connor's face. "And the last time, *I* was the one who paid for her mistake."

ConnorM, without so much as a blink: "I think the chair paid." He is too close to duck the punch he knew was coming and took it on the shoulder like a man. He was certainly old enough to know better, but couldn't resist the added: "and then *I* had to pay for the damn chair!"

DuncanM: "You've got more money than I, you miser! You've had another 75 years to save."

ConnorM, grinning, turning his body to block the younger man's shoulder that was jostling him in good humor. "Only 'cause I was better at poker than you, baby face!"

"That won't save lahoffy THIS time!" Duncan quips, returning to the topic without missing a beat. He pauses dramatically ... "This time, she's going to GET THE CHAIR!"

ConnorM, chuckling softly: "Don't forget to use the silk scarves."


lahoffyCDC, grumbling

I knew those 2 had been too quiet for way too long!

Geesh! And you were talking about putting your foot in your mouth, MacNair?

Brightening. But, hey, did I hear mention of silk scarves?

~ finis ~
March 14, 2001

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