I can't find one of these going on, so here goes...
It was poker night at the LoSG HQ. Lance, Craig, and Scott were playing poker, when Craig said, "Strip poker would be a lot more fun if we had some girls in the game..."
Don't sweat it, Craig," replied Lance. "Scott's about to lose his bra anyway. And quit drinking all the tequila!"
"Hey, don't blame me! I'm not the one who parked the rocketship upside-down," slurred Craig as he threw his kimono in the pot.
Suddenly, there was a growl at the door...
Posted by Cobalt Kid on :
...as Fat Cramer's big sister, Hungry Lion, burst into the room!
"Sizzling Suns!" said Lightning Lad, "that Lion isn't just looking to devour us! You can tell by those swirly lines in her eyes that she's being mind-controlled!"
"But that's improbable!" said Lance. "Because the only person who uses that M.O. is___..."
Posted by Abin Quank on :
"Because the only person who uses that M.O. is Big Iron Butt, the Titanian Trollop, who cannot be confused with our beloved Shameless Hussy because her butt really is made of iron."
"But she's not mad at us this week," said Craig "and anyway I know she's sleeping off a weekend bender right now over at the Legion of Substitute Femme Fatales Clubhouse."
And at that moment the lion...
Posted by Lance's realm on :
And at that moment the lion coughed up a big hairball and then said, "Deal me in!"
Craig was the first to object. "First of all, you aren't wearing any clothes except for that silly football helmet, so you can't play strip poker. Second, clean that up!"
The lion was obviously miffed. "First of all, I am a Detroit Lion, so show a little respect sonny! Second, my hairball isn't nearly as gross as the pile Scott puked up yesterday, which is still fermenting on the floor."
Lance mumbled, "She's got you there. Get Cobie to clean it up, is he's sober enough. Actually, might be better if he isn't..."
Just then, Scott coughed, tried to look as dignified as possible, and said...