I'm intrigued!

Mr Fast Fingers (title bestowed upon me by guestford_junkie)

http://www.scottsigler.com/node/3597
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i just show up for the drinks?

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last time???  Neither of you remember, right?  LOL!!!

Also, if anyone is interested in reading a transcript of the original VBF, please PM me with your e-mail address for a copy.  ____________________________________________
Dead Sexy Dealer, The Juicer & Co-Founder of the Gutter Sistren
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100 shots in 100 minutes.  And I remember...trust me...that's not something you ever forget.

Double Trouble is 120 shots in 120 minutes.
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Interesting typo in the thread header (threader?) ... "left the onlookers begging for me" ... I'm pretty sure they were begging for ME, not ye. I'm not so sure we want to get into taking sides, but in the classic Twilight sense of things, dare we ask junkies to declare themselves for Team BigJohn or Team OtherGuy?

We also plan on using a videocam setup this time around, so you can watch us get snockered and not just laugh at our typos and drunken thread-stumbling after the fact. Side-bets will abound, including the rematch of Biggest Bladder (I've been practicing!)

So if you'd like to participate as a spectator, or even a drinker, hie thee to http://www.camfrog.com and download the client software for your appropriate computer. You do NOT need to have a camera to use this software, but you WILL need it to join in the audio-only or text chat. Hopefully this time around Bella won't have to administer the log, like last time (junkies who weren't there for the original VBF should contact bella to read the transcript; it's a hoot!) and can get plastered with the rest of us.

It promises to be epic, even though I'm not really sure athanas knows what he's in for. For those who are not entirely certain how much beer this is, we did 90 minutes and went through a 12-pack. So probably 18-20 beers for 2 hours. I'll have 24 on hand, just in case (get it?!)

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Gutter Sistren whipping boy, innoventor of words, Life Coach to the Damned.

That's right.  I had trouble getting the website we were using to start playing songs again after the first 60.  Plus, I was doing the transcript so I was having a hard time keeping up...  with the action that is.  I think I drank 3 beers total!  LOL!  Gonna try for more this time though. 
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Dead Sexy Dealer, The Juicer & Co-Founder of the Gutter Sistren
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If my calculations are correct (and they may not be) that's 1am Saturday night/Sunday morning, West Oz time.
WARNING: If I do attend, I am likely to be more than a little drunk already. :)
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~Book nerd, boozehound, gamer, slapper, sandgroper, accident waiting to happen~
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And by "it" i mean the ax that will threaten your co-worker's life if they don't trade with you. Maybe you are feeling *cough* a little under the *cough* *cough* weather?

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Gutter Sistren whipping boy, innoventor of words, Life Coach to the Damned.

if threatening bodily harm to someone doesn't work.
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I thought we could have a nice, gentlemanly rode to this event, but I see that that just can’t be the case.

You seem content to pull out the big, red, teacher’s marker to correct me on certain points while at the same time make several errors yourself.  In no particular order:

- It was 100 minutes, jagass, not 90.

- I don’t know what I’m in for?  I was the one drinking the stouter beer, more alcohol and carbonation.  You were drinking essentially spiked coffee.

- I didn’t come out ahead?  In the last great junkie event, a certain talented young playwright say fit to cast me as the boss, you as the lackey.  Wonder where that idea came from?

- You smell funny.

I’ve got a 4 day weekend coming up, and I’m planning on starting my training.  I’m going to dry run the entire 120 minutes, doing shots, and practicing belting out the quips that will have you curled in the fetal position begging for your Mama.

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I'd like to be a voyer for that one!

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I was an eejit and based it off of mountain time instead of eastern time.

So yes, that would be 5:00 PM in London town.
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You can't count it against me if I have no recollection of the final 10 minutes. I think back on it, and all I remember is women screaming my name. It all sorta just blurs from there.

I figured you need to practice. I'll be doing no such thing. I'm confident in my liver's augmented ability to handle anything I throw at it, in quantities that make the knees quiver on lesser men. But please, feel free to worry yourself into inebriation if it'll help you get through your six pack.

Don't be hating my weapon of choice. If you want to drink low-percentage swill, be my guest. I've evolved my beer drinking pallate far beyond the limitations of carbonation, opting for the smoother taste and wicked buzz without the blistering headache the following day.

But I'll forgive you your rookie move, and your inability to plan ahead and buy the real Irish nectar, not just the high-proof liquid that's only exported to the US for pretenders and college freshman trying to look cool. I can look past that.

Boss? Lackey? You must have been reading a different version - or more likely, been drinking your Natural Light while reading it - if that's how you saw our relationship. We were clearly equals; brain and brawn, frick and frack.

So go make your cute little practice run. Be sure to leave your info with someone who can call the paramedics if you don't surface for a few days. I'm sure you'll be able to get through all 120 shots in the 4 days of the weekend.

We'll be here when you wake up.

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Gutter Sistren whipping boy, innoventor of words, Life Coach to the Damned.

Yeah…women tend to scream your name if you’re trying to force yourself on them; doesn’t mean you’re Casanova.

You’re damn right I need the practice.  You should to.  Thinking you don’t is what’s going to take you out of the running early.  This isn’t a goddamn game; this is life or dead, mother muchacho!  You’ve got to come in hard and heavy for this war, because if you lollygag it, you’ve already lost.  And from the sound of things, this has Lennox Lewis/Hasim Rahman written ALL over it.

But then again, that would mean you’re the favorite going into this and brother, we both know that’s not the case.

You really that daft?  I’m not hating on the weapon; we’ve both discussed the level of awesome that it is.  I’m merely pissing on your past accomplishment because you used a watered down version.  I soldiered through with a stronger beer; guess what’ll happen when it’s a weaker adversary, (much like you,)?  All day, son, that’s what it means…All. Shuckin’.  Day.

You got your ass kicked by an orange; that’s all I’m going to say about the hierarchy of that script.

This is going to be a slaughter, and I’m going to be the butcher.

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This is going to be sooooo good!!!!

I missed this so much!
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Dead Sexy Dealer, The Juicer & Co-Founder of the Gutter Sistren
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...this time, I am there for the full haul! I wouldn't miss this battle for anything!!

And as for TeamBigJohn or TeamAthanas....I take TeamBeer!!! I wanna see you both slurring and slinging insults that will make my dead granny blush!
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Gmork - Wiki Czar and Thwackacutioner

I'll take an orange on as WELL as athanas and still come out on top.

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Gutter Sistren whipping boy, innoventor of words, Life Coach to the Damned.

And that's you, chump.

The fleet of awesome that is BigJohn will slow down for the mudtrawler that is athanas. I need no practice, this I guarantee. My entire inebreiated adulthood has been leading me to this moment. I've got the age and experience on you; I've been drinking since you were in kiddygarden. Pickled liver notwithstanding, my game plan has me casually waking up around 8, maybe eating a slice of bread or three, and then diving full on into alcoholism without much prep.

In a mere two hours, it'll be over, another rapidly fading memory. Just make sure you have pongo on standby so he can drag your ass to the bathroom afterwards. Don't forget to teach him how to shut down the computer, too. We don't want to watch you pissing yourself and vomiting all over.

And if there's any confusion: Yes, I'm that daft. I'm daft like a fox. Take that to the bank and smoke it!

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Gutter Sistren whipping boy, innoventor of words, Life Coach to the Damned.

yakkity, fuck you.
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I think most involved were a wee bit tipsy before it was all said and done last time.
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Clearly athanas has a habit of backing the wrong horse. Cubs over Socks, the Avalanche, probably even the Butt Nuggets. I guess we can't fault the guy if he keeps aspiring to first place but ends up taking second all the time. I feel that now I know the reason for his dysfunction, I can be a little more sympathetic to his competitiveness. He can't help it after all. Poor guy is on the bottom struggling to get himself off the sticky barroom floor.

Well I said good on ya, little fella. You keep reaching for that bright shiny light!

Just be aware that it's my flashlight coming down on your noggin.

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Gutter Sistren whipping boy, innoventor of words, Life Coach to the Damned.

By 1am on a Saturday night, I'm likely to be too rat-arsed to switch the computer on. :P
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~Book nerd, boozehound, gamer, slapper, sandgroper, accident waiting to happen~
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