Is Coldfire in there with bj0rn? We all know about that SEX thred, and the loss of inhibitions discussed relating to Tequila in the drunk moods thread.
Uh, a thousand pardons, offendis, but it appears some cad emptied my 151 and filled the bottle with kerosene. It would explain the liquid’s blasted reluctance to being extinguished. Again, a million apologies, Cristi.
Hey, 's Unc still asleep? You know, I’ll bet he’d look distinguished as all get out if he didn’t have those unsightly eyebrows. Who’s got the razor?
And the problem with small furry animals
in corners is that, just occasionally,
one of them’s a mongoose.
Terry Pratchett, Witches Abroad
OOooo better idea, I got some magic markers. lets give hime big pretty eyebrows, and maybe some body art too.
Ummm, Mmmphmm, Unnngh. I’m awake, I’m awake dammit.
Stop with the shaving already; I’m afraid of razors after reading the “Shaved Pubic Hair” thread.
Somebody pour a beer over my head, I need some help waking up. :::scratching petey and the twins:::
Dopeler effect:
The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly.
< wanders in room, holding temples >
I need Orange juice, STAT!
You say “cheesy” like that’s a BAD thing.
TOGA! TOGA! TOGA! TOGA!
And the problem with small furry animals
in corners is that, just occasionally,
one of them’s a mongoose.
Terry Pratchett, Witches Abroad
I see you have cards. Anyone up for some strip poker?
::wandering in with a bottle of Jack Daniels:: Damn Redskins losing this weekend…
Anyone mind if I join the party? I know I’m late, but I brought more liquor! ::downing two shots::
Ahh…mush better. And strip poker, DB? Shall we see if we can get Satan to play? 
Ya see, Omniscient? I knew the ole ace-up-the-sleeve trick would come in handy at some point.
Dopeler effect:
The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly.
yawns Oh my god…what did I miss? Well, I see some people here are going strong still. Did I hear someone say strip poker? Pass me a beer…I need some carbonation to get this fuzz off my teeth.
Geez, so many men in one room for so long and you haven’t started a circle jerk yet? What kind of prudes are you?
*crawls out from under the bed… where the hell am I…what day is it???
“Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.”
:::semi-scorched, bald squirrel-thing comes tearing into the room from the hallway. It leaps from the floor to the back of the couch, then onto the coffee table, then back onto the floor where it zigs and zags through some legs before launching itself through the air and makes its escape through a hole in the window screen.::
::Rysdad appears a moment later wearing a catcher’s mask and holding a tennis racket in one hand and a long-handled barbecue fork in the other. His shirt appears to be torn or shredded. He almost vaults a prone body, falls onto the coffee table, and smashes it. He stumbles to his feet, ricochets off the Leatherette La-Z-Boy, careens off a bookcase, and charges toward the front door. He flings the door, yelling, C’mere you vicious little sumbitch!::
Normal conversation, momentarily paused, resumes.
Kerosene. Well. That explains that big whooooooooosh when I lit my hand. Thanks.
grabs the squirrel by its semi-scorched tail and starts looking around for StoryTyler
Hey, Flypsyde? Your toga is slipping, and I can see the little Caesar…
Et tu, DB? Et tu?
Strip Poker? But I’m only wearing one piece of clothing.
And the problem with small furry animals
in corners is that, just occasionally,
one of them’s a mongoose.
Terry Pratchett, Witches Abroad
::downing more Jack Daniels from the bottle::
Damn, that stuff’s good. ::stepping over Sealemon:: Sorry! Didn’t mean to wake you up!
Anyone ever see what happened to Cowgod? He should’ve been back a while ago…
And Flypsyde? Only one piece of clothing makes it more fun…for some of us anyway! Besides, it’s already slipping…
I’m hungry. Is there any food left?
:::digging furiously for a lone Cheesy Poof stuck between the couch cushions:::
Well that sure hit the spot! Now that I’ve got something in my stomach, I think it’s time for some more beer!
Found some stuff in Unc’s closet. Lessee,now I gotta wool ski cap, two right gloves, a scarf, a swim flipper, leg warmers, and a golf shoe. Now I’m ready. Deal!
And you two trollops had better just stop peeking, unless we’re going to all going to start showing off our, uhhh, endowments.
And the problem with small furry animals
in corners is that, just occasionally,
one of them’s a mongoose.
Terry Pratchett, Witches Abroad
Careful girls, he’s gonna show you the flipside.
Dopeler effect:
The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly.