<p>Sluggbugg:
Well, I never! Should have expected it, I suppose.</p>
<p>Comes from a true-blue state. Lives near Need<em>I</em>Say_More “San Francisco”. Self-proclaimed alien (I’m not making this up, folks). Built-in lefty leanings (and don’t give me that Klingon **** about the old thigh wound). </p>
<p>No wonder you proclaimed him ‘Comrade’ Conrad, you Communist. What’s next? Copies of the Daily Mirror on the space_corners of all the bIHnuch?</p>
<p>Warrior Slugg!
Congratulations on your honorable victory! Blood wine coming up!! (maybe now and later). I believe we have a very nice 2259. Crash, would you mind rolling over under the booth and checking the wine racks? </p>
<p>Live long and prosper! (No wait, that’s Vulcan…Interstellar species communication gets really complicated…) Does anyone have an extra universal translator?</p>
<p>You swear well, optimizerdad. You must have Klingon blood in your veins! Join me in the corner for more drinking, boxing, headbutting, and arm wrestling!! Yes, I was gored by a mugato, a large, white, ape-like creature with dorsal spines and a cranial horn (my son’s Calculus teacher from last year), and that is why I lean to the left! </p>
<p>You honor us with your presence, Honorable Ambassador, doddsdad. May your dishes always be served alive :)</p>
<p>when you folks start speaking English, wake me up. I’m over there in the corner with the other fogies who never got past Howdy Doody and Life of Riley.</p>
<p>My Little Margie, anyone?</p>
<p>my people have arrived.</p>
<p>Ah. Little Margie. DoddsDad’s live dish, I assume.</p>
<p>For the record: Doddsmom is the only “live dish” that interests me, although that’s not meant to be a reflection on little Margie. </p>
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<p>Hey - that <em>was</em> the point of my little pun.</p>
<p>Sniff. Nobody appreciates me…</p>
<p>Oops! Sorry about that O-dad. :o I missed it because I had my Subtlety Detector turned off and stored. We had Klingons in the bar and it’s a rather delicate instrument. It’s also not necessary for communication with Klingons. It could also be all that blood wine affecting my judgement…:D</p>
<p>Apology accepted :). And adding “DoddsMom is the only live dish that interests me” was a smart move. She has been known to browse through these tomes…</p>
<p>optimizedad, for me that was a LOL!</p>
<p>Yeah…I agree with jmmom - you guys are too smart for me - or out there - or whatever…and I don’t see any wine racks under here (or over there – or where-ever) but looking up I see a mega mass of gum wads under the tabletop - in every color of the rainbow. Makes me kinda hungry for a chew - anybody got some? KLING on, Slugger!</p>
<p>KLING ON, Crash! Man, did the p’tahk fly today! 
My nextdoor *taHqeq<a href=“basically%20an%20unpleasant%20creature%20to%20deal%20with”>/i</a> called my Klingon comrades, the county guys, and asked them to send out an inspector. Good, I love company! I have to go steam some asparagus. Klingons love the stuff, and you know why. :p. I’ll make extra for you guys, because it looks like we’re running low in Cheese Nips and Bugles. </p>
<p>Kicked some Cardassian butt today and ripped the asphalt out of our driveway! Yeeeeaaahhhh! (I apologize…that came out sounding like Howard Dean.) More Blood Wine, Honorable Ambassador, doddsdad! 
KLINGON BLOOD WINE<br>
Ingredients:
8 oz Firewater (a 100 proof cinnamon Schnapps)
6 oz Everclear (the full strength stuff)
6 oz triple sec
6 oz white tequila
3 drops green food coloring
6 drops red food coloring</p>
<p>(Sangria works as a tame substitute.)</p>
<p>Slugg:
Oh, boy - you are on a roll today. Whatever it is that you’re smoking, can I have some?</p>
<p>Hello. Pardon me but I cannot comprehend the previous communications. However, as I have commended my spirit into these hands I will wait. Please advise when you have returned to the earth world…</p>
<p>Ditto Alu, never been to middle earth myself. </p>
<p>But you know what’s really scaring me? I am starting to understand their lingo! And I think “taHqeq” does have a certain je ne sais quoi.</p>
<p>I’m just lying here, listening, chewing some gum…</p>
<p>Crash:
…and having fun staring at hairy legs and knee socks, too, as you freely admitted in an earlier post.</p>
<p>Pervert.</p>
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LOL. I’m just huddled over here in the coat closet hoping all the scary people will leave. It’s like the ads for that Invasion show on TV-“Mommy. You smell different.” </p>
<p>Some of our patrons sure smell different.</p>