We’ve got roast pig, things we can’t describe, drinks with umbrellas and everyone gets leid! Hula skirts in all sizes – and we do not discriminate by sex. This is, after all, the party for the <b>Bi-Guy!</b>
May you live to flirt with a thousand more, Big Sexy!
We miss you in chat… drop by sometime
I’ll go, as long as Chef’s not cooking… 
He can burst into flames for all I care, dahling.
{taps ash from long cigarette holder onto Sassy’s and Demo’s skirts, igniting them}
Sounds like a great party…I’m there!
As long as I can lei the Chef and drink out of a coconut, I’m there.
Now where’d I put that grass skirt? I must’ve left it in Chicago.
::Running around the yard looking for a trough of water to sit in, with steam coming out my ears a la Three Stooges::
…stumbles in, with a daquiri in one hand and a lei in the other.
“Cheffie, where are you?”
slips a little - bump!
Hey, I was wonderin’ just yesterday about Our Sweet Cheffie. Please come home, Chef, the pot just don’t boil right without ya!