Well it wouldn’t be very ladylike to spit
… ducking and running …
Sheesh! So much for my patriarchal gig. Here boy, have a toke on this. Maybe mom’ll chill for a while…
This sounds like my kind of party, if you don’t mind me crashing it.
:: picks up a beer on her way out to the hot tub, leaving a trail of clothing ::
Well, now, this scene certainly looks familiar. checks room for moose before entering There any rum around here? starts sorting through alcohol
I lit the Guy Stuff sign… they should all be here soon! Anyone wanta see my new nipple jewelry?
Sassy! You dirty-birdy! I thought more of you! You didn’t think I’d show up here, didja?
/cut to
::A van slowly pulls to a stop down the street. The window rolls down a few inches, and a large aperature camera lens peeks out and begins clicking off rolls of photographs. A slight cackle eminates from the van, and a man is heard to faintly whisper “Ah-HA! Wait until Mr. Adams sees this!”::
/cut to
::The black van slowly rolls up it’s window and pulls away, slightly squealing a tire. The guests at the party do not notice, save Democritus, who walks over and looks out the window.::
ChiefScott: What are you looking at, Demo?
Democritus: Uh, nothing, Chief, just thought I saw a black van…
/cut
::Waking up, popping another beer, checking watch – less than six hours to pre DopeFest PoolFest::
Ahhh. Beer. Good.
I think that was bear’s evil twin slutty sister last night. bear would never have her head 'tween my knees.
As a matter of fact, I think the alcohol clouded my vision and it wasn’t even her twin sister, it was some half-naked puple bikini and miracle bra clad newbie.
pb wasn’t even here.
Don’t worry Demo the van is nothing to worry about. It’s probably filled with Alpha Alpha Pi dudes from the local college stealing pointers on what a party should be like!
And if it’s Homer trying to narc us out, I’ve got the newly-refurbished tuned and gassed up ambulance raring to go out back.
<Waking up after dozing off in the hot tub, pbear looks around, wondering what she missed, and where everyone went to>
Oops. Didnt mean to doze off like that in the middle of a party. Now, what’s this about some pbear wanna-be? Good thing she left, whoever she was!
I know it’s too early for a 151 and coke, so I’ll just have a diet Dr Pepper, please, Chiefy. Thank you so much.
Well, y’all, I’m off to the showers. Be back later. Don’t have too much fun without me while I’m gone. 
Can you send over your slutty twin sister, bear?
Persephone wakes up next to her son, BabyGuy. He is dressed in a white tux, holding a silver object in his hands, and he’s shaking it gently. He looks like a very small Sean Connery.
Alright you guys…who taught the boy how to mix martinis? And where did you get that tux? Am I going to have to pay for that?
He looks really good, though. Dang.
Have noooo fear cause Silo is here!
Umm…so what’s goin’ on here??
I’m gonna use some smileys because I’m happy today:
;):):p:);):):p:);):):p:);):):p:);):)
Silo, you DO know who’s throwing this party, don’t you?
OK Chief, whatever you say, but I coulda sworn that was Homer… Huh!
Hey Silo, c’mere! Say hello to my leetle friend! Don’t you know any manners, boy?
Why am I always the last to know about a party? hmmm?
The party goers hear a thump on the roof, and the whine of turbines…
As the rotors wind to a stop, the door flies open to reveal VB in all his glory, spit shined boots and freshly pressed flight suit!
With a fresh bottle of 151 under his arm and packets of cinnamon oil, he strides into the room, kicking aside loose panties and a toasted wombat.
“Hey purp! here’s some more 151 for you! And I brought the oil for dragonlady when she shows, and for anyone else who wants it in the meantime”.
“Yo, Falcon-honey! Where are you? And Pers sweetie, now you’ve retrieved your panties, would you care to model’em for me?”
“Anniz, you doll you, from the look of that picture I was right; you are a founding member of the Swedish Bikini Team!”
“Hey Chiefy, thanks for taking my suggestion; great party! As for sweaty butt cracks, this butt’s for you, ya swabbie!”
(VB shucks out of his flightsuit, drops his shorts, and moons the Chief)
ChiefScott, maybe you should quit while you’re behind . . . you’re certainly not ahead.
I’m sure if you go looking around in neighboring hotels you’ll find someone . . . besides, I have it on good authority that none of PB’s sisters is slutty or otherwise . . . adventurous. But one of them is a nurse;)
<enjoying the view of VB’s bare behind, purplebear climbs back out of the hot tub, and comes over to get the 151 he was kind enough to bring her>
Cute shorts, btw, VB!
And, just bring that cinnamon oil right over here, dear. I was looking for some, but seems that Chief only had other flavors on hand. err…as it were.
Why, thank you, Paddy m’dear. As to the ‘nurse’, Blush Thank you, I’ll tell her you said that.
One would hope she doesn’t need to be reminded of her RN-ness.
Struuter, best get your butt in here before someone hoists me off for unspeakable . . . unspeakables;)