Post #282701 by midnite on Fri, Feb 2, 2007 2:44 PM

Wow....and to think that this mug was one of the last items I snuck into the BOT just before it went to the printer

And to think it's not even tiki! Bah ha ha, that's a little can of worms for all newcomers to the party. Speaking of party, Jimmy B. is on the turntable, pineapple Mai Tais at the bar. Actually, I sort of like a little pineapple juice in a Mai Tai. Wanna fight me over that? Huh, HUH!?!

Oh, Ren Clark mug, yeah. Well, it seems my "private message" offer of $40, and that's American dollars, was rejected. It's worked before, but I'm not naming names. Looks as if on this one I have to fight the good fight, which is entirely against my nature, mind you. So, we're off to the races, you bastiges have to get through me to get to this severed head. Who's up to it, eh?

Yes, it's time to bring him out, certainly been a while. In this corner, with dividend checks in hand and mugs of which even he is unaware. The master of the bid, the supreme lord of intimidating dance, ruler of several primitive South-Asian tribes (the good ones with pretty girls in 'em), potentate of the portable, expert marksman and all-around swell. Again, for the newer members, ask around so you don't get bit. It's Koalacharms time, mateys!

I'm the Koala, you're not.

Bidder Numero Dos, the Australian assassin!
el koalaman

ps Crap! my superior bidding has little effect on this reserve. No worry, I will return, from the pawn shop (never much liked Mother's jewelry anyhow, plus...she's dead. What she gonna do, put a hex on me?). I'm already cursed, brother!