Seasons Greetings!

Thursday looks across the dark bar table full of empty bottles and glasses at Wednesday. The hunchback squatted in the booth, a misshapen silhouette.
"Yaknow," Thursday started talking, just for something to do. "When I was younger, rock-stars seemed like, bigger, yaknow."
"Whaddaya mean?" Wednesday asked, confused.
"I don't know...like, if Zepplin were to come up against Linkin Park - "
Wednesday interrupts, "But that's like apples and oranges!"
"Sure, but stature wise..." Thursday is interrupted by the dramatic entrance of Friday - throwing himself into the booth with half a jump-half collapse. He wears a white t-shirt that reads "I don't drink every day."
"Jeeezus!" He says laying on the booth with his legs dangling on the floor, a danger to cocktail waitresses and bar patrons. He is of course, very rock-star.
"Hard time at the office?" Wednesday asks.
"You said it." Friday replies - his head below the level of the table. "Where's Tues and Monday?"
"Getting boxes for their diorama." Says Thursday.
"Damn, really?" Friday's voice rises up. "What are you guys doing?"

Before Wednesday catches Thursday's vigorous headshake, he blurts out, "We were just talking about rock-stars."
"Really?" Friday pulls his face up to the level of the table, and looks back and forth between the two.
"Yeah." Thursday says.
"I was thinking something along those lines too." Friday says. "You know it's Tsunami's birthday tomorrow?"
"NO SHIT!" They both exclaim.
"What are you going to get him?" Thursday inquires.
"I was thinking of giving him this shirt off my back."
"I think he'd like that." Says Wednesday, knocking back a big whiskey sour.

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(and now a few words from the author)

I would! Alot! There's bound to be some uplifing/gutter-dwelling/stupid/euphoric/and general loopy moments in the next few days, so please excuse any light posting from the West Coast Branch of Fjord.

We are, of course, only 450 hits away from 10,000 - so if you really want to get me something nice, just read this last post, or anything from our vastly amusing archives 3 or 4 hundred times, and I'll be really pleased.

Happy Friday!