From: Allen Kitchen <allenk@blkbox.com>
Subject: drunken furs
Date: Monday, September 14, 1998 1:20 PM


WebKitty wrote in message ...
>In article <35FC8253.5DFCB4B@blkbox.com>, Allen Kitchen
><allenk@blkbox.com> wrote:
>
>>  And next year I'll bring some
>> Scotch to add to the Kitty.
>
>I don't drink!

So you get to be the designated driver!



On a dark lonely stretch of Tennessee hiway, we
see the flashing red and blue lights of a State
Patrol car, parked squarely behind that of a green
rental vehicle.  The policeman walks through the
dark, and shines his flashlight at the person
hanging out the back window.

(me)  hic.  Hello officer.  waz the problem?
(cop)  Were you aware your car was weaving?
(me)  Weaving?  hic.  Hell man, we was well
on the way to knitting!  *drunken laugh*
(plonq)  Iz awright awfulsir.  We're not as think
as you drunk we are.
(cop)  *sniff*  Heavens!  Your whole car is full
of drunks.
(mirko)  Yep.  We'rrr having a grrrrreat time!
(cop)  Okay.  So, who's driving?

Three fingers point to the driver's seat, where
the cop finds...

(cop)  a CAT?  You're letting the CAT drive?
(me) She aint touched nary a drop sir.  I swear!
(mirko)  an she's rrrrreally good at tailing folks.
(plonq)  Iz awright awfulsir.  We're not as think
as you drunk we are.
(cop) I don't suppose she's ever had a traffic
violation?
(me)  Hmph.  Drunk as I am, that's shtill not da
kinda question a gentleman asks a lady.
(mirko)  Yeah.  hic.  Wherrrred you learrrrn
yourrrrr mannerrrrrrs?
(cop) *confused*  But... a cat?
(me)  Would you prefer the drunk people drive? hic.
(mirko)  Yeah.  B'sides, she got got a license...
(all together)  A CAT license!  *much laughter*
(plonq)  Iz awright awfulsir.  We're not as think
as you drunk we are.
(cop)  How would you three...
(Webkitty)  Rowr.
(cop)  you four, like me to run your butts in to the station?
(mirko) hey, grrrrreat!
(me)  Yeah.  hic.  She waz weavin all over da road.
(Webkitty)  hissssss
(cop)  I told you, remember?
(me)  Like I wazn't in da car an didn't know?
(plonq)  *PLONK!*
(Webkitty)  Mrrrororowwowr.
(mirko)  Yeah, I see that Plonq's passed out on the
floorrrrboard with his tongue hanging out.
(me)  Heh!  Some furs caint hold their liquor!
Licker.  Lick... aw hell with it...
(cop)  Listen; can this... cat... get you all home safe
and sound?  Can she hack it?
(me and Mirko)  *Leaning away*  Uh oh...
(Webkitty)  Ack!!  Brack!!

Allen Kitchen (shockwave, silly netwolf)