The Joy of PONG:
(not a Christal Cathedral Production)
On slow nights in the saloons, my pardner & I would bash the PONGBALL forth and back on breaks. Come music time, we'd put the PONGSPEED on slow and "pause" the game. The PONGBALL would dutifully volly between Paddles for an hour or two until we'd return - and resume :D
On really slow nights, we'd inhale the laughing gas from the Whipped Cream canisters. Next night it would despense like Elmer's Glue.
Poor Bartenders [img]tongue.gif[/img]
So this will have "Gord" content, I am typing wearing "polka-dot underwear."
Perhaps at Cerritos also . . . on the outside.
The Rez
PS: Enough
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