beagle bartender: what’ll it be
me: dirty martini—shaken
beagle bartender: this isn’t just to watch my ears flap is it
me: nooo come on man
beagle bartender: sure alright *starts shaking and his ears flap*
me: hahaha :) hahahaha
I grew up in the Hundred Acre Wood and it was an open secret that Pooh was a barely functioning alcoholic. Just a real nasty piece of work when the cameras weren't around, and I don't think anyone who was there for those days was upset at his passing
average halo 1 level: god damn it chief. All the soldiers are dead. Take this car made of styrofoam and fly it into the forerunner playtime palace playset and kill all the tiny creatures
average halo 2 level: (cocks gun) those alien bastard's are gonna pay for 9/11