ooo…I love a man who can sing…
Chef,
Okay that does it. You’ve done it now, you bastard. How could you? sways, near fainting
Cole Porter? You’ve just broken all my defenses…totally vulnerable…at your mercy…
so, ChrisP, you kinda left me hanging here next to you. ::places hand further in his lap, closer to his inner thigh::
You sure as heck didn’t leave me hanging! Man, why do I feel like the comic relief on a show on WB?
ChrisP,
I told you yesterday that you were good with those one-liners. LOL
Chef scoops up struuter in his mighty arms as the screams of Michi’s waxing session blend with someone doing Guns 'n Roses karaoke
Come with me, kitten, and I’ll serenade you while we get romantic.
croons
Day by day…I’m fallin’ more in love with you
And day by day…my love seems to grow
There isn’t any end to my devotion
It’s deeper, dear, by far, than any ocean
I find that day by day…you’re making all my dreams come true
And come what may…I want you to KNOWWWWWWWWW…
I’m yours alone, and I’m in love to stay
As we go through the years day by day
::emerges from the bathroom, freshly waxed and dressed in red teddy and six inch heels::
Geez-o-Pete, a girl is gone for five minutes and Chef has taken off with someone else. Hrmph. And for the record, that was not ME screaming. That was the guy who wanted to watch.
Chef…
You are a bad man. snuggles into his arms and grazes nails across his bare chest I won’t have the strength to much more than willingly submit to you if you don’t stop that crooning. You’ve obviously come across one of my weaknesses…I’ve got others. Please. Find them.
struuter
Gee, punha, I heard you work best five-on-one IF you know what I mean and I think you do. 
grin just kidding man.
Trust me, I can do more than not leave you hanging. ::giggles and looks down::
Chef…
I thought you might get a kick out knowing I hit 300 posts in your arms.
Personally, I can’t think of a better place. smooch
struuter
Michi, come along with us…that teddy is entrancing, and now that I’ve discovered what a Brazilian wax IS, I’m anxious to look at it up close. I’m such a big man that you and struuter could be on either side of me and neither of you would be able to see the other.
feels nails on chest and looks down in surprise to see my apron is gone
I know I’ll be chastised by the men at the party for monopolizing two lovelies such as yourselves, but hey…that reminds me of the perfect song for Michi, in honor of my chances of tearing her away from all her admirers…
crooning a la Johnny Hartman
You are too beautiful, my dear, to be true
And I am a fool for beauty
Fooled by a feeling that because I have found you,
I could have bound you, too…
You are too beautiful for one man alone
For one lucky fool to be with
When there are other men with eyes of their own
to see with
Love can’t stand sharing
Not if one really cares
Have you been comparing
My every kiss with theirs?
If, on the other hand, I’m faithful to you
It’s not from a sense of duty
You are too beautiful, and I am a fool
For beauty.
(Note: the sentiments in this song do NOT apply to you and struuter sharing ME - only to ME sharing YOU with all the undeserving men in this room.)
cheffie said:
"Gee, punha, I heard you work best five-on-one IF you know what I mean and I think you do.
grin just kidding man."
Good, because I don’t do that. And not only don’t I do that, whenever I do I am reminded why I don’t.
Sunshine, perhaps you’d like to come up to the second stage . . . er, floor or this building and help me test out my theory that thinner air leads to . . . how shall I say, a more close connection to one’s own body.
Don’t bother going upstairs if you hear any noise, y’all.
I’ll just be down here, enjoying the company of those who are still here.
“she touched my peppie, Steve”
Leans and whispers in ssskuggii’s ear,
{{{you do know that I’m married, right, I mean you picked up that I’m tall, so I’m sure you picked that up, you little she-devil you}}}
It’s not cheating if you don’t get caught.
Yes, dear, but my conscience will always catch me.
I was joking. I’m insanely faithful to partners, and this is just harmless flirting.
Whew! Boy am I glad I was born without a conscience …having one sounds like a real drag.
Ssskuggiii, I LIKE your attitude!
Here’s a song for YOU:
"…And when God gave out rhythm, he sure was good to you
You can add, subtract, multiply, and divide by two
I know today’s your birthday and I did not buy no rose
But I wrote this song instead, and I call it “Popsicle Toes”
Popsicle Toes
Popsicle toes are always froze
Popsicle Toes
You’re so brave to expose all those Popsicle Toes…
You must have been a Ms. Olympia, with all that amplitude
How come you always load your Pentax when I’m in the nude?
We ought to have a birthday party, and you can wear your birthday clothes
Then we can hit the floor and go explore those Popsicle Toes
Popsicle Toes
Popsicle toes are always froze
Popsicle Toes
You’re so brave to expose all those Popsicle Toes…
You got the sweetest North America this sailor ever saw
I want to feel your warm Brazil and touch your Panama
Your Tierra Del Fuegos are nearly always froze
We got to see-saw until we unthaw those Popsicle Toes
Popsicle Toes
Popsicle toes are always froze
Popsicle Toes
You’re so brave to expose all those Popsicle Toes…
Ah, darn it, I take back the part about liking your attitude.
*goes off to look up the lyrics to “Let’s Misbehave”