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[drunkirishdude]

Well I've just finished me year-end inventory

I have four bottles of gin, eight shots of vodka left, fifteen bottles of rum, sixteen bottles of whiskey, twenty-three things of elven wine, and forty-two cases of beer, bringing me liquor supply to a grand total of 108, which should last me for the next couple of weeks or so

Comments

[cleverlyanthony]

Your list made my liver recoil involuntarily, Finnigan.

[drunkirishdude]

Good, that means you won't be trying to steal any of me supply then!!

[shouldteachdada]

I have no idea what we should do about your alcohol, Mr. Finnigan, besides drink it.

As for the numbers, well. I've discovered that my trunk is no longer only a trunk. It has a ladder in it now. I fear the numbers are compelling me to follow them down the ladder.

[drunkirishdude]

I wasn't asking what to do with me liquor, I know perfectly well what's to be done with that.

Er, you're saying your trunk is not a trunk after all?? Where does the ladder go??!?

[shouldteachdada]

I'm not sure where it goes.

[drunkirishdude]

But it's YOUR trunk!!! Shouldn't you know where it ends up??

[lookscomefirst]

Oh my Budha! my inner eye just saw Harry Potter dripping wet and speaking backwards!

[drunkirishdude]

What in the shamrocks of Ireland is Potter doing?! Always knew he was a right git.

[lookscomefirst]

Well I said that he was dripping wet and talking backwards Seamus! KEEP UP.

[drunkirishdude]

I KNOW THAT.