Lynch Castle Estate Stories.

[Drunk Monk]

Edging towards a premature conjaculation.

Been trying to imagine Greg on coke all day. DM guesses he’d succumb to THE FEAR and have a bad trip. And DM would be too busy messing with him to talk him down.

Fingers crossed brother…

[Greg]

A true friend.

[Greg]

The sale closed Friday. We were told the check was being overnighted to us.

Now, the lawyer is apologizing for the confusion since we haven't received the check. He says he was waiting for us to tell him we had opened the account for the check, something middle sister did on Friday. So many things wrong with this, not the least of which is why it wasn't a straight wire transfer.

[thatguy]

don't worry, you'll get your cocaine bender eventually...



--tg

[Drunk Monk]

more like:

[Greg]

You don't know, man.

It's been probably a decade or more since I've had a Coke or a Diet Coke.

[Drunk Monk]

And how long has it been since you had a snort?

[Greg]

Dude, I have done plenty of the Yeyo. Maybe.

Okay, never. Not even when my roommate was dealing cocaine to the whole building.

[Drunk Monk]

I rest my case