I’ll just take that Mike’s from you, Sunspace… don’t bother with the cds, though. The smoking pile of rubber that used to be the stereo is over in the corner.
Not just licking.
There also will be stroking,fondling,nibbling,riding…
[sub] I need a cold shower now. Be right back [/sub]
::Frantic pounding is coming from inside a wall::
Hey guys? Helloooo? Can anyone get me out of here? I’m not sure how I got in here,but it’s really tight and I am really drunk. Hey! There’s a valve here marked “Sewage Drain”. twist AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Sunspace’s eyes light up as a beautiful red-haired Viking wench steps forward. His grin widens, he bows, and he hands her the sixpack.
“Anything for a beautiful fellow Doper…”
He glances around.
“Pity about the stereo though.”
He sets his backpack down, pulls out a red plastic clown nose and puts it on. He also grabs a half-litre of bubble solution, and removes the cap to reveal a bubble-making frame.
He jumps into the house yelling, “Time to get SILLYYYY!!!” and blowing bubbles all over…
CRASH
"What was that?
"Hmm… “Ming”. Nice vase. Okay, it was a nice vase. Can’t have been all that valuable, or it would have been secured.
“Hey, where’s the toilet? Over there? Okej…”
He heads further into the house and turns a corner. His eyes widen.
“You’re doing that and you’re not using applesauce?”
Ohhh -snags some Mike’s as well after climbing out of the neighbors pool- Thanks Sunspace! -winces at the stereo- Glad I snagged my cd’s before they melted in that thing…
-wanders in the house making squishing sounds as she walks as she was fully dressed when she landed in the pool… watches wide eyed as Whanno runs past her- I think I saw a little more then what I wanted to see… I am still mostly innocent you know.
So when do we have to worry about getting cau… I mean get to celebrate Coldy’s return?
Well, we’ve gotta have at least a couple more days…does that whipped cream offer still stand?
Wait…we’ve just gotta have some music…I think I’ve got a box out in the car…let me check…
YES!!! OK, I’m putting in “Spit” by Kittie…seems appropriate. Never before in history have teenage girls rocked so hard.
:dives into the rubber room, which hopefully has a good enough coating of Wesson oil to enable body-wall-surfing…:
Lindy WATCH OUT ! Hmmm, guess you weren’t there when I had to hose the room. Ooooh, that looks nasty, better have someone look at it.
BTW, the odds are now 10 to 1 in favour of hardygrrl for the grudge match, poor Jeff Hardy has no idea what’s in store for him. I’m still taking bets.
::Pounding sound from inside a wall::
Helloooooo? I’m still trapped in here! Anyone out there? Get me out of here! This place is filling up with sewage and I’m stuck!
Hel…gurgle,plop
Did you hear something ?
::The wall buckles under the pressure sending several hundred gallons of sewage out into the street::
OUCH!! Ow ow ow ow ow ow!!!
Dang it, why didn’t somebody warn me? Nothing worse than wet rubber for friction burns…
Jeez, I’m gonna need some skin grafts or something, I bet. Although I’m sure something would take my mind off of this (Arden? Please?)…
:SECURELY locks the basement windows and doors before coming back in::
Hmmm…?
Lindy, love? What did you get into?
::A knock on the door. A tall handsome man dressed in cargo pants,a snug t-shirt and a baseball cap covering his multi colored hair stands there::
Hello, I’m Jeff Hardy. I have a match booked here…good gravy,the the hell is going on here?
::Spots the ring and sees hardygrrl waiting there. She winks at him::
Oh, I see now. Excuse me, I have an urgent need to pin something,repeatedly.
::Walks towards ring,disrobing::
Astroboy drags himself up from behind the sofa, hands holding his head as slivers of spun glass slide through his veins into his brain
Oh… God! What day is it? What happene…**BLEEEERGH!**Astroboy vomits on the sofa and the wall nearby!
Oh! Shorry! Someone hand be a beer an da bong! Urp!
Astroboy slides, in slow motion, back down behind the sofa… his hand waves, pathetically, for a few seconds before it, too, disappears…
Oh boy, now I can practice my first-aid response!
::carries AstroBoy into an unused room::
::goes into bathroom, and returns with large assortment of bandages, splints, rubber gloves, vaseline, manacles, silk scarves, feathers, and various other …emergency, yeah, that’s it!..emergency first-response equipment!::
::returns to room with AstroBoy::
Jeez, screech, you forgot the magic markers, nair, and clothespins.
Ginger, I think they already put the nair in his shampoo bottle…
Oh, nothing some…um…first aid wouldn’t fix. Or second or third aid, for that matter. Just didn’t get detop’s warning about hosing out the oil/rubber room, that’s all…
::sighs as she looks around the living room::
Somebody hose off the couch. Mess is one thing. Stink is quite another.
Lindy, let’s see your owies. Maybe I can kiss it and make it better.
It’s Mommy Magic[sup]TM[/sup]
Well Lindy, sweetie, since you’re in a bit of a spot, I’ll just get Arden instead. spritzed Arden with whipped cream You can take care of it from there.
Anyone else? decides to just start spraying random people, sneaks up on detop…