VB (brightly)
You betcha, GND! Uh, Peppermint or cinnamon?
(rubbing hands together briskly)
VB
TANSTAAFL!
Pizza delivery, ladies. That wil be $…whatever you’ve got will be fine.
:::Cristi steps into the ring, head bowed, and naked:::
Ladies, I have been so awed by this. Please allow me to join. I stand before you, naked and humble, begging to become part of this magnificent fray. Baptize me with oil, thwack me with a pillow that I may become one of you. Please?
Wow this is turning into some party!
Seale how much for a sock?
-Frankie
I’m not a shrimp, I’m a King Prawn.
-Pepe the Prawn
*** Cyan sucker punches Cristi with a throw pillow ***
Welcome to the girls’ club. Those eyes you see peering out from the dark are the menfolk. They’re not saying much, but I can hear them moan every so often.
Wanna double team Byz and Athena? They’ve got it coming…
VB, (donning his flight jacket) Whoops! time for crew rest! I shall return. Here, lube up GND with her choice of flavours (handing the bottles to Frankie).
Ladies, I shall return; It’s refreshing to see what we’re fighting for! Cowabunga Buffalo Bob!
Never in the history of voyeurism has so much been owed by so many to so few!
VB
TANSTAAFL!
You think that’s refreshing, you should try this peppermint oil! Yowza!
Leslie Irish Evans
http://leslie.scrappy.net
Thanks for the oil VB…
Some on over hear GND. Hows that??
-Frankie
I’m not a shrimp, I’m a King Prawn.
-Pepe the Prawn
< Handing out socks…stuffing bills by the handful into his pockets. Whispering to Frankie >
Well, man, the regular socks are three bucks. But these < gesturing to a small bag are 10.
They’re the ones that are presoaked. No, don’t ask in what. You really, really, don’t wanna know.
< Catching Cyan in the back…looking innocent as she pummels Athena, thinking it’s her >
You say “cheesy” like that’s a BAD thing.
Jesus H. Christ in leiderhosen, Frankie!
It’s peppermint oil.
Watch those mucous membranes!
Leslie Irish Evans
http://leslie.scrappy.net
Seale-
Im gonna pass on the soaked ones…I think I saw a handful of socks behind the screen…
and Girl, thought it would be a fun sensation…kinda like altoids…if you know what I mean! 
-Frankie
I’m not a shrimp, I’m a King Prawn.
-Pepe the Prawn
“Ladies… evil walks among us… and he’s standing over there. In fact, there’s a whole bunch of evil over there…” Byzantine points to the shadows.
In the darkness wide eyes glitter, fabric rustles. “We’ve got to stick together and open a big steamy can of whoop ass on those men over there.”
She points out the man with the socks. “Leave that one to me.”
“Ladies… evil walks among us… and he’s standing over there. In fact, there’s a whole bunch of evil over there…” Byzantine points to the shadows.
In the darkness wide eyes glitter, fabric rustles. “We’ve got to stick together and open a big steamy can of whoop ass on those men over there.”
She points out the man with the socks. “Leave that one to me.”
woooo watch out women…over in the corner…sneaking in the door…why…it’s none other than Jerry Springer…come to tape the trash show of the year…gear up girls and give him your best shot…you’ll be on next Thursday’s show…
“Do or do not, there is no try” - Yoda
Falcon steps out from the shadows and disrobes, PROVING once and for all she’s a woman
Ladies…care for some help? I brought some extra pillows and some Wesson. Care to baptize me, as it were? And then we can take care of…them. looks into the shadows, devilish grin beginning to form
“You are sweet, kind, and considerate… Like a grown up boy scout with tits!” - Brian, aka SDMB’s one and only Satan.
Grabs the Wesson and liberally squirts Falcon. “Let’s go get those men” she says, with a devilish gleam in her eye. “Damn,” she mutters, “Can’t even have a naked pillow fight without 'em rubbernecking.”
Man, this floor IS getting slippery. Hey … that doesn’t really look like oil…
Oh, Jeez! C’mon, you guys! Take it outside!
“You had me at ‘Hell no.’”
Oh, PUH-LEASE. Like I’m supposed to be afraid of someone who stutters when she posts!
< Smiling ear to ear…holding a handful of socks in each hand >
**Muh Ha Ha Ha Haaaa!
LET’S GET IT ON!!!**
You say “cheesy” like that’s a BAD thing.
Five hours?
Hey, where’d everybody go?
I brought Pudding Pops!
Anyone?
(That’s the last time I make a snack-run.)
Striding in with his Self-Contained Alcoholic Beverage And Refreshment Dispenser here to for known as the SCABARD lashed to his back, wielding dual refreshment tap guns.
“Get you ICE COLD BEER Heeerrreeee!!!”
“I got your COCKtails, Carbonated beverages, Cordials, Athletic Energy Drinks…you name it, I got it!!!”
What can I start everyone off with?