#drunk gh

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No, we don’t sell pizza… Oh! Pirka. Pirrrrrka… Perk… Perkity… Persnickety… Perspicacious… Glooobal. Global? Does—does that mean you’re trying to take—take over the world? Only in a tentative, gentle way? Global soft. Global soft pirrrrrka! Purrrrr! 

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Yello… Speakin’ of yellow, there’s this fuzzy, brightly colored… thing… I don’t—I don’t know what—what it is… What in Dante’s nine circles is a ‘Neotpit?’ Is—is it like a Gremlin? … Should—should I not feed it after midnight? … Getting it wet is bad, right? … I can paint it? That’s awesome! … A brush costs how much?! … I’ll check by that money tree, see if anyone left one there… It’s nothing like the Ticket Oak, right? ‘Cause that thing scares the Hell out of me.

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8:48 pm: I’ve been experimenting in the wine cellar, and I may have outdone Pick Wick’s recipe.

8:55 pm: omgosh this hits quiet

8:55 pm: quite

8:56 pm: kick

8:56 pm: quick

9:02 pm: Edda

9:04 pm: Edda eddda eddaa

9:07 pm: i dont no here i am

9:10 pm: its smelly

9:10 pm: and dank

9:12 pm: lotsa dank

9:13 pm: o right the wine cellular ha ha nvrmind

9:25 pm: holy herb ryman you gotta try this

9:30 pm: it tastes like cranberries and pomegranate

9:31 pm: fermented cranberries and pomegranate, granted

9:32 pm: VERY fermented

9:34 pm: I tink ill be down here awhile ghoul night

[asktheghosthost]

✉ ❤ (Drunk AND affectionate! :D )

sHadoW my boy, u kno dorkian iz like my sunson. & that makes u my daughter. wait no. Ur like teh son i nevr had. No thats durian. Duran. Duran duran. And I’m hungry like the wolf! Your likea 2rd son 2 me. I hope you no that. Lots a love, Uncle GH

[asktheghosthost]

"I wonder if Marylin and Cecelia are at the Calico Saloon?" Leaves.

Do I want to go to the saloon?

*continues dragging him* No.

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"At this rate it'll take a few dozen beers to get me drunk when me whiskey took only five!"

Oh, I'm going to have such a hang-over... *sputters and laughs* Hang over!

*Grabs Ghost Host's wrists and starts dragging him away* Come on, Uncle, I think you've had enough.

"Go home, Hosty. You're drunk!" *giggles*

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Beer.

You-you think you can drink me under the table? Lad, Bavarian blood...ectoplasm courses through my veins! I was born in Bamberg, you hear me. Bamberg! Enough of your pints... Barkeep! Two steins! Let's see if our pretty-voiced Irish friend here can keep up with THAT! Ha HA ha--*falls backwards off his stool again* ... ow.

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Beer

Arrr, me matey, arrr! *Makes his finger into the shape of a hook and giggles through his teeth* Hee hee hee! *Claps her on the back* You pirates are all right!