It’s a costume party. Come as your favorite literary character. Booze to the left, food to the right, stereo straight ahead. Ping pong and pool tables in the next room. I’m coming as my favorite literary Diva, Scarlett O’Hara. Par-tahy.
“I go on guilt trips a couple of time a year. Mom books them for me.” A custom made Wally .sig!
My iguana's sick.
He's all floppy. Could he have
Reptile dysfunction?
-Chef Troy, Haiku Master
::Comes stumbling in as Big Joe Portagee, quickly sucks down a bottle of brandy, and lifts four ping pong paddles and a box of balls to trade for a bottle of wine::
::Tip of the hat::
Ma’am. I could not, in good conscience, leave these here. There is unlimited potential for injury, and besides, is not seeing your friend have a fresh bottle of wine more important than a silly game of ping-pong? Yes, I knew you’d agree.
You have 1000 posts already? Wow, I must really be slacking since I have been here close to a year and am still under the 1000 mark (not for long though). Congrats. Keep up your posts. I love hearing from you.
Well, since I’ve pretty much decided to devote today to padding my post count (this is the third one of these I’ve stopped by), congatulations. It couldn’t have happened to a nicer person.
Congratulations sweetie, it couldn’t have happened to a better person. Thanks for adding so much to the board.
Sorry I didn’t dress up, but I’m on my way over to SingleDad’s party (I don’t think I’m going to be able to drive after I party there ) besides, a short, pudgy female would look a little dorky dressed up as Sherlock Holmes.
I do not merely dance. I bewitch. I seduce. I enchant and I bewilder. Throw money.
(Gee, Wally must have seen me dance!)
::recycling best Lizzie Borden Halloween costume for SRiddle’s bash::
'S there a problem? The hatchet? The lame doggerel? This isn’t literary enough? Not even if I can serve as psychotic bouncer and Official Jerky Slicer???
Oh, phooey. Okay. Hey, SwimmingRiddles, congrats and hearty whoo-hooos to ya’.
I’ve come dressed as my UserName. Note the stylish tea-towel draped over my shoulder, the dynamically oversized gloves, the wrinkled tights all bunched up at the ankles?
Ah yes, truly I am a sight to behold.
Hey, where’s the non-alcoholic beverages? I cry Foul!
I HAVE BEEN SMOKE-FREE FOR:
Two weeks, two days, 14 hours, 45 minutes and 42 seconds.
664 cigarettes not smoked, saving $83.07.
Life saved: 2 days, 7 hours, 20 minutes.