<wheels in handcart loaded with whipped cream, chocolate syrup, honey butter, and maraschino cherries>
Now that we’re adequately supplied…
:: eyes light up at the sound of chocolate fondou in the company of a beautiful babe… ::
I’ll send the rest of you folks a postcard, I’m goin’ to heaven…
The bear walks in wearing a tastefully-deployed figleaf. Looks around at all the naked females. Grins. Hugely.
[ul]“Hey! Who wants to see my interpretation of autumn?”[/ul]
~~Baloo
::comes back, with an exhausted, panting, barely-able-to-walk, nekkid man following behind::
::spots Baloo and whistles::
Hey! Over here! Interpret away, you lovely thing, you!
Dissappears with tiggeril
Meow.
<evil grin>
Damn…I’m late again. Probably no beer, or doughnuts, or naked women left for me.
Ah well…happy 1000, Dave.
Myster,
You kiddin? these guys have hardly dented the supplies in the starboard hold, and you guys aren’t ready for what I got in the port hold!
::Weirddave threows MysterEcks a beer::
[rare-steak juice dribbling down chin]Blasphemy!!![/rare-steak juice dribbling down chin]
wipes chin
Any guys still free? And do any of them have sanitary donuts to bring me?
Sanitary? ::Looking around at all the spilled food, alcohol, and frightened animals running amok::
I don’t think it’ll do you much good to be worrying about things being sanitary around here.
i’m still waiting to do some more whipped cream sculting.
and wierddave, i found this strange object in a box in the port hold with your name on it. what do you use that thing for?
inoci! I already volunteered for your next sculpture. So why don’t you just come over here and we can get started…
sorry falcon, i must not have heard you. ever since hte monkeys have gotten loose, the palce has been pretty noisy.
so tell me, what would you like me to sculpt? and more importantly, where?
What, I shall leave to you, my dear.
As for where…my stomach? Or…lower, perhaps?
Okay, (pant) I got the last of the monkeys back into the cabin. They’re nice and pissed, so the fights should be ready to start soon. I got my bets placed on the big brown one,he’s a nasty little bugger.
Hey, any chicks left for yer old pal Jester?
Monkey? Chicks? How you mean…chicks?
Sorry about that, strut, still workin off the last of that last bottle of tequila. What I meant to say was…
<ahem>
<refined voice>
Would any ladies care to accompany me for cocktails, donuts, and viewings of whipped cream sculptures for the duration of the evening?
</refined voice>
Any better?
giggles
That’s fine. I just didn’t want to get thrown over for a chicken.
Never in a million years, strut. Although, there can BE a chicken, if you’re into that kind of stuff…
<ducks to avoid things being thrown>
Kind of a ‘fowl’ mouth, huh? grins Y’know, I can honestly say that I’ve never really considered chickens to be sensual animals. I guess I like to stay with my own species. Do you…ahem… REQUIRE a chicken?