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**This post does not promote excessive intake of alcoholic beverages as they can have a dangerous effect on the human body such as make ugly people look attractive or damage your liver. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.**
Not much has changed since our last visit from the drunk heros. Well when I say not much I mean Stryke is now a daddy and Rasta has a new liver thanks to the ever so kind Mr NiceGuy. Ant has gone on to achieve great things and still has a queer taste in drink.
Something big happened though after they all saved the world once again, they came up against there biggest ever enemy of all time, Closing time at the pub.
Stryke sat in the room of the flat with this small toddler looking at him.
"What is it Beardy Jr? Can't you see daddy is watching DVD's"
The kid made a strange noise before it went back to play with it's toys. The guys all came round and began the drinking sesion.
"Ok who is the dedicated driver tonight?" asked Stryke.
"That would be me." said Ant
"Come on you know the drill, put the t-shirt on."
Ant put on a t-shirt, across the chest was written, make mine a single, I'm the driver.
"Now you go play games with Beardy Jr until wifey returns" said Stryke as Ant turned towards one of the bedrooms.
Sheepy opened his little bag of tricks, a bottle of whisky, vodka, gin, rum and a strange concoction that was labbeled "special".
"Take a swig of this stryke me boy, It will put more hairs on your beard, and your butt, shoulders, thights and maybe even between your toes."
Stryke took a swig and fell flat on the floor, Sheepy prodded him but he didn't move. Rasta jumped on his stomach and Stryke sat up.
"That's....emm..that be some... eh.. I like this." he said before gently falling back down. A smug grin filled his face.
As they sat there drinking away Rasta picked up the remote and turned on the TV. It was the news.
"Fun this! News is boring" shouted Stryke, but something important made them all sit like brain dead zombies and listen.
"Starting from Midnight alcohol will be banned worldwide, it is now impossible to buy it and it will no longer be produced. Alcohol is now illegal"
Rasta couldn't take anymore, "Quick we have to ration it!" he said but looking around all the bottles were empty apart from Sheepys "special" brew.
"Oh shi.."
"shh not in front of Beardy Jr!" shouted Stryke.
Ant was busy looking in the mirror.
"Oh look a few more hairs, I'll have a Stryke beard soon." said Ant.
"Sure" said Rasta in a sarcastic mannor "Beardy Jr has more of a beard than you and he is only 18 months old"
Suddenly the door opened and a stunning yet intelectual woman appeared, "Honey I'm home" It was "Burd" Stryke's Burd or "Wifey" as she was also called, she did have a real name but nobody knew it.
"Right we need to find out why, where and when." yelled Sheepy who was starting to look under the weather.
They searched the web and teletext and found out all the info they could as to why the one thing they loved more than anything was being banned.
"Go feed the kid hunny, men need to talk" said Stryke.
They had to hatch a wonderful plan to execute the problem.
It was all becomming clearer. Money.
MicroHard had lost their leader but his wealth still ruled and there was only one way to get the alcohol back, break into a bank and burn all his money then get a computer geek to delete every detail on him and the crumbling company.
That is exactly what happened. They broke into the bank, Stryke's smug smile made the woman at the desk crumble at his feet. They opened the MicroHard safe boxes and took out all the money.
"Hey wait a minute, could we go to jail for this?" asked Ant
"Well duh!" replied Rasta as he stuffed wads of cash in his pants. "We must get back to the flat and burn these in the garden"
"No" repled Stryke, "We must do it on a boat, like the vikings"
So they took the money and left some geek that Stryke had found on-line to erase the files to ensure what they were doing was perfectly ok. The geek changed all the details making all the money now belonging to Stryke and the others and deleted all he could on MicroHard, they weere gone now, gone forever.
"Wait a minute, why not just keep it and buy drink?" asked Sheepy. "We could keep it and buy our own alcohol company" his face became even more Smugger than Stryke's.
And so it was to be, they took the money as their own, a reward you could say for their past achievements. They made alcohol once again legal and started business which made them all multi millionaires. Beardy Smug Co is a top selling alcoholic firm with many special drinks including Sheepy's "Special" concoction that is best taken in moderation. Too much will kill you.
As they all sat in the flat playing computer games and watching films Beardy Jr entered and stood in the middle of the room.
"D..d..d..dadd.....daddy"
A tear trickled down Strykes face. "Wifey, Beard Jr spoke!"
Wifey ran into the room and picked up their child.
"oh aren't you a goody little chap, oh talking we're so proud and we love you, jubbly bubbly little lad."
"The little boy once again opened his mouth.
"Oh shut up and get me a beer" he said.
Sheepy laughed, "ha ha ha, I taught him that, takes after his old man don't he Stryke?"
They all laughed moments before they got really drunk, well all apart from Ant who was still wearing the t-shirt so he thought he still had to drive. Will he ever learn? Sheepy opened a bottle of his "Special" stuff and within minutes they had all passed out on the floor where they remained for several days.
We may well join them again soon but for now we say goodbye.
Not much has changed since our last visit from the drunk heros. Well when I say not much I mean Stryke is now a daddy and Rasta has a new liver thanks to the ever so kind Mr NiceGuy. Ant has gone on to achieve great things and still has a queer taste in drink.
Something big happened though after they all saved the world once again, they came up against there biggest ever enemy of all time, Closing time at the pub.
Stryke sat in the room of the flat with this small toddler looking at him.
"What is it Beardy Jr? Can't you see daddy is watching DVD's"
The kid made a strange noise before it went back to play with it's toys. The guys all came round and began the drinking sesion.
"Ok who is the dedicated driver tonight?" asked Stryke.
"That would be me." said Ant
"Come on you know the drill, put the t-shirt on."
Ant put on a t-shirt, across the chest was written, make mine a single, I'm the driver.
"Now you go play games with Beardy Jr until wifey returns" said Stryke as Ant turned towards one of the bedrooms.
Sheepy opened his little bag of tricks, a bottle of whisky, vodka, gin, rum and a strange concoction that was labbeled "special".
"Take a swig of this stryke me boy, It will put more hairs on your beard, and your butt, shoulders, thights and maybe even between your toes."
Stryke took a swig and fell flat on the floor, Sheepy prodded him but he didn't move. Rasta jumped on his stomach and Stryke sat up.
"That's....emm..that be some... eh.. I like this." he said before gently falling back down. A smug grin filled his face.
As they sat there drinking away Rasta picked up the remote and turned on the TV. It was the news.
"Fun this! News is boring" shouted Stryke, but something important made them all sit like brain dead zombies and listen.
"Starting from Midnight alcohol will be banned worldwide, it is now impossible to buy it and it will no longer be produced. Alcohol is now illegal"
Rasta couldn't take anymore, "Quick we have to ration it!" he said but looking around all the bottles were empty apart from Sheepys "special" brew.
"Oh shi.."
"shh not in front of Beardy Jr!" shouted Stryke.
Ant was busy looking in the mirror.
"Oh look a few more hairs, I'll have a Stryke beard soon." said Ant.
"Sure" said Rasta in a sarcastic mannor "Beardy Jr has more of a beard than you and he is only 18 months old"
Suddenly the door opened and a stunning yet intelectual woman appeared, "Honey I'm home" It was "Burd" Stryke's Burd or "Wifey" as she was also called, she did have a real name but nobody knew it.
"Right we need to find out why, where and when." yelled Sheepy who was starting to look under the weather.
They searched the web and teletext and found out all the info they could as to why the one thing they loved more than anything was being banned.
"Go feed the kid hunny, men need to talk" said Stryke.
They had to hatch a wonderful plan to execute the problem.
It was all becomming clearer. Money.
MicroHard had lost their leader but his wealth still ruled and there was only one way to get the alcohol back, break into a bank and burn all his money then get a computer geek to delete every detail on him and the crumbling company.
That is exactly what happened. They broke into the bank, Stryke's smug smile made the woman at the desk crumble at his feet. They opened the MicroHard safe boxes and took out all the money.
"Hey wait a minute, could we go to jail for this?" asked Ant
"Well duh!" replied Rasta as he stuffed wads of cash in his pants. "We must get back to the flat and burn these in the garden"
"No" repled Stryke, "We must do it on a boat, like the vikings"
So they took the money and left some geek that Stryke had found on-line to erase the files to ensure what they were doing was perfectly ok. The geek changed all the details making all the money now belonging to Stryke and the others and deleted all he could on MicroHard, they weere gone now, gone forever.
"Wait a minute, why not just keep it and buy drink?" asked Sheepy. "We could keep it and buy our own alcohol company" his face became even more Smugger than Stryke's.
And so it was to be, they took the money as their own, a reward you could say for their past achievements. They made alcohol once again legal and started business which made them all multi millionaires. Beardy Smug Co is a top selling alcoholic firm with many special drinks including Sheepy's "Special" concoction that is best taken in moderation. Too much will kill you.
As they all sat in the flat playing computer games and watching films Beardy Jr entered and stood in the middle of the room.
"D..d..d..dadd.....daddy"
A tear trickled down Strykes face. "Wifey, Beard Jr spoke!"
Wifey ran into the room and picked up their child.
"oh aren't you a goody little chap, oh talking we're so proud and we love you, jubbly bubbly little lad."
"The little boy once again opened his mouth.
"Oh shut up and get me a beer" he said.
Sheepy laughed, "ha ha ha, I taught him that, takes after his old man don't he Stryke?"
They all laughed moments before they got really drunk, well all apart from Ant who was still wearing the t-shirt so he thought he still had to drive. Will he ever learn? Sheepy opened a bottle of his "Special" stuff and within minutes they had all passed out on the floor where they remained for several days.
We may well join them again soon but for now we say goodbye.
Hehheheh, very good :-D:-D
You are a top poster Ali!
As always, excellently, my friend.
**This post does not promote excessive intake of alcoholic beverages as they can have a dangerous effect on the human body such as make ugly people look attractive or damage your liver. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.**
Not much has changed since our last visit from the drunk heros. Well when I say not much I mean Stryke is now a daddy and Rasta has a new liver thanks to the ever so kind Mr NiceGuy. Ant has gone on to achieve great things and still has a queer taste in drink.
Something big happened though after they all saved the world once again, they came up against there biggest ever enemy of all time, Closing time at the pub.
Stryke sat in the room of the flat with this small toddler looking at him.
"What is it Beardy Jr? Can't you see daddy is watching DVD's"
The kid made a strange noise before it went back to play with it's toys. The guys all came round and began the drinking sesion.
"Ok who is the dedicated driver tonight?" asked Stryke.
"That would be me." said Ant
"Come on you know the drill, put the t-shirt on."
Ant put on a t-shirt, across the chest was written, make mine a single, I'm the driver.
"Now you go play games with Beardy Jr until wifey returns" said Stryke as Ant turned towards one of the bedrooms.
Sheepy opened his little bag of tricks, a bottle of whisky, vodka, gin, rum and a strange concoction that was labbeled "special".
"Take a swig of this stryke me boy, It will put more hairs on your beard, and your butt, shoulders, thights and maybe even between your toes."
Stryke took a swig and fell flat on the floor, Sheepy prodded him but he didn't move. Rasta jumped on his stomach and Stryke sat up.
"That's....emm..that be some... eh.. I like this." he said before gently falling back down. A smug grin filled his face.
As they sat there drinking away Rasta picked up the remote and turned on the TV. It was the news.
"Fun this! News is boring" shouted Stryke, but something important made them all sit like brain dead zombies and listen.
"Starting from Midnight alcohol will be banned worldwide, it is now impossible to buy it and it will no longer be produced. Alcohol is now illegal"
Rasta couldn't take anymore, "Quick we have to ration it!" he said but looking around all the bottles were empty apart from Sheepys "special" brew.
"Oh shi.."
"shh not in front of Beardy Jr!" shouted Stryke.
Ant was busy looking in the mirror.
"Oh look a few more hairs, I'll have a Stryke beard soon." said Ant.
"Sure" said Rasta in a sarcastic mannor "Beardy Jr has more of a beard than you and he is only 18 months old"
Suddenly the door opened and a stunning yet intelectual woman appeared, "Honey I'm home" It was "Burd" Stryke's Burd or "Wifey" as she was also called, she did have a real name but nobody knew it.
"Right we need to find out why, where and when." yelled Sheepy who was starting to look under the weather.
They searched the web and teletext and found out all the info they could as to why the one thing they loved more than anything was being banned.
"Go feed the kid hunny, men need to talk" said Stryke.
They had to hatch a wonderful plan to execute the problem.
It was all becomming clearer. Money.
MicroHard had lost their leader but his wealth still ruled and there was only one way to get the alcohol back, break into a bank and burn all his money then get a computer geek to delete every detail on him and the crumbling company.
That is exactly what happened. They broke into the bank, Stryke's smug smile made the woman at the desk crumble at his feet. They opened the MicroHard safe boxes and took out all the money.
"Hey wait a minute, could we go to jail for this?" asked Ant
"Well duh!" replied Rasta as he stuffed wads of cash in his pants. "We must get back to the flat and burn these in the garden"
"No" repled Stryke, "We must do it on a boat, like the vikings"
So they took the money and left some geek that Stryke had found on-line to erase the files to ensure what they were doing was perfectly ok. The geek changed all the details making all the money now belonging to Stryke and the others and deleted all he could on MicroHard, they weere gone now, gone forever.
"Wait a minute, why not just keep it and buy drink?" asked Sheepy. "We could keep it and buy our own alcohol company" his face became even more Smugger than Stryke's.
And so it was to be, they took the money as their own, a reward you could say for their past achievements. They made alcohol once again legal and started business which made them all multi millionaires. Beardy Smug Co is a top selling alcoholic firm with many special drinks including Sheepy's "Special" concoction that is best taken in moderation. Too much will kill you.
As they all sat in the flat playing computer games and watching films Beardy Jr entered and stood in the middle of the room.
"D..d..d..dadd.....daddy"
A tear trickled down Strykes face. "Wifey, Beard Jr spoke!"
Wifey ran into the room and picked up their child.
"oh aren't you a goody little chap, oh talking we're so proud and we love you, jubbly bubbly little lad."
"The little boy once again opened his mouth.
"Oh shut up and get me a beer" he said.
Sheepy laughed, "ha ha ha, I taught him that, takes after his old man don't he Stryke?"
They all laughed moments before they got really drunk, well all apart from Ant who was still wearing the t-shirt so he thought he still had to drive. Will he ever learn? Sheepy opened a bottle of his "Special" stuff and within minutes they had all passed out on the floor where they remained for several days.
We may well join them again soon but for now we say goodbye.
Not much has changed since our last visit from the drunk heros. Well when I say not much I mean Stryke is now a daddy and Rasta has a new liver thanks to the ever so kind Mr NiceGuy. Ant has gone on to achieve great things and still has a queer taste in drink.
Something big happened though after they all saved the world once again, they came up against there biggest ever enemy of all time, Closing time at the pub.
Stryke sat in the room of the flat with this small toddler looking at him.
"What is it Beardy Jr? Can't you see daddy is watching DVD's"
The kid made a strange noise before it went back to play with it's toys. The guys all came round and began the drinking sesion.
"Ok who is the dedicated driver tonight?" asked Stryke.
"That would be me." said Ant
"Come on you know the drill, put the t-shirt on."
Ant put on a t-shirt, across the chest was written, make mine a single, I'm the driver.
"Now you go play games with Beardy Jr until wifey returns" said Stryke as Ant turned towards one of the bedrooms.
Sheepy opened his little bag of tricks, a bottle of whisky, vodka, gin, rum and a strange concoction that was labbeled "special".
"Take a swig of this stryke me boy, It will put more hairs on your beard, and your butt, shoulders, thights and maybe even between your toes."
Stryke took a swig and fell flat on the floor, Sheepy prodded him but he didn't move. Rasta jumped on his stomach and Stryke sat up.
"That's....emm..that be some... eh.. I like this." he said before gently falling back down. A smug grin filled his face.
As they sat there drinking away Rasta picked up the remote and turned on the TV. It was the news.
"Fun this! News is boring" shouted Stryke, but something important made them all sit like brain dead zombies and listen.
"Starting from Midnight alcohol will be banned worldwide, it is now impossible to buy it and it will no longer be produced. Alcohol is now illegal"
Rasta couldn't take anymore, "Quick we have to ration it!" he said but looking around all the bottles were empty apart from Sheepys "special" brew.
"Oh shi.."
"shh not in front of Beardy Jr!" shouted Stryke.
Ant was busy looking in the mirror.
"Oh look a few more hairs, I'll have a Stryke beard soon." said Ant.
"Sure" said Rasta in a sarcastic mannor "Beardy Jr has more of a beard than you and he is only 18 months old"
Suddenly the door opened and a stunning yet intelectual woman appeared, "Honey I'm home" It was "Burd" Stryke's Burd or "Wifey" as she was also called, she did have a real name but nobody knew it.
"Right we need to find out why, where and when." yelled Sheepy who was starting to look under the weather.
They searched the web and teletext and found out all the info they could as to why the one thing they loved more than anything was being banned.
"Go feed the kid hunny, men need to talk" said Stryke.
They had to hatch a wonderful plan to execute the problem.
It was all becomming clearer. Money.
MicroHard had lost their leader but his wealth still ruled and there was only one way to get the alcohol back, break into a bank and burn all his money then get a computer geek to delete every detail on him and the crumbling company.
That is exactly what happened. They broke into the bank, Stryke's smug smile made the woman at the desk crumble at his feet. They opened the MicroHard safe boxes and took out all the money.
"Hey wait a minute, could we go to jail for this?" asked Ant
"Well duh!" replied Rasta as he stuffed wads of cash in his pants. "We must get back to the flat and burn these in the garden"
"No" repled Stryke, "We must do it on a boat, like the vikings"
So they took the money and left some geek that Stryke had found on-line to erase the files to ensure what they were doing was perfectly ok. The geek changed all the details making all the money now belonging to Stryke and the others and deleted all he could on MicroHard, they weere gone now, gone forever.
"Wait a minute, why not just keep it and buy drink?" asked Sheepy. "We could keep it and buy our own alcohol company" his face became even more Smugger than Stryke's.
And so it was to be, they took the money as their own, a reward you could say for their past achievements. They made alcohol once again legal and started business which made them all multi millionaires. Beardy Smug Co is a top selling alcoholic firm with many special drinks including Sheepy's "Special" concoction that is best taken in moderation. Too much will kill you.
As they all sat in the flat playing computer games and watching films Beardy Jr entered and stood in the middle of the room.
"D..d..d..dadd.....daddy"
A tear trickled down Strykes face. "Wifey, Beard Jr spoke!"
Wifey ran into the room and picked up their child.
"oh aren't you a goody little chap, oh talking we're so proud and we love you, jubbly bubbly little lad."
"The little boy once again opened his mouth.
"Oh shut up and get me a beer" he said.
Sheepy laughed, "ha ha ha, I taught him that, takes after his old man don't he Stryke?"
They all laughed moments before they got really drunk, well all apart from Ant who was still wearing the t-shirt so he thought he still had to drive. Will he ever learn? Sheepy opened a bottle of his "Special" stuff and within minutes they had all passed out on the floor where they remained for several days.
We may well join them again soon but for now we say goodbye.