Another OhDoper checking in from home, safe and sound. Report to follow after shower and sleep.
Shib: indeed, mum’s the word. 
I’ll give Thinksnow the honor of starting the OhDope Aftermath thread, but god DAMN was that a killer Dopefest. Just remember, folks–Photo Shop can do amazing things. And, if certain photographed events actually happened, then alcohol can do amazing things!
And don’t we all love it.
Quixy
…all I really remember is duct tape…
That’s the nervous energy I get from my mom. I used to burn it off by chain smoking. Now I just talk people to death and wrassle 'gators instead.
P.S. – I think we have to wait until Monday for thinksnow to start the aftermath thread. Until then we’ll always have Paris…er…this thread.
Ah yes, the duct tape. Not to mention the economy size package of condoms.
Tiggy home.
Tiggy sleep.
Sorry guys, I won’t be able to make it.
Ack! My apologies. Was talking on AIM!
And now I forget what I was going to post. Drat.
Home and, let me just say, you guys rock. Especially, well, he knows. [sub]Hehehe…[/sub]
Duct tape? I don’t remember nothing. I won’t talk.
Whee. I have indeed made it back to Springfield. Fortunately, the Bears game made most of the ride back interesting.
Alcohol? Cameras? What are these things of which you speak?
Well Dyno, sometimes when a man and woman love each other very much…
Wait, never mind.
Personally, I’m waiting for the pics…and the quotes…and the usual Post-Dope rehash of all the naughtyness…
Not that I was involved in any of that. Not me. ever. I’m innocent and pure.
Unlike the rest of you freaks.
**The Aftermath **thread is up.
So-sorry-to-miss-the-party,I-spent-the-afternoon-in-the-animal-hospital-with-my-6-month-old-pup-who,about-an-hour-before-we-were-set-to-leave,somehow-got-off-his-tie-out-and-got-hit-by-a-truck.
He-ended-up-with-a-concussion,bleeding-in-his-lungs,a-couple-of-broken-toes-and-numerous-abrasions-and-scrapes.
Pit-thread-to-follow-about-the-asshole-who-hit-him-and-then-told-me-he-wanted-me-to-pay-his-deductable-to-fix-a-whole-lot-of-damage-to-his-car–i.e.-fender,valance-panel,ring-around-the-headlight,I-refused,he-called-cops.Many-many-curses-on-his-sorry-ass.
Six-hundred-and-fifty-dollars-later,we-ransomed-Jake-out-this-afternoon-and-were-allowed-to-bring-him-home.He-is-confused,very-tender-and-still-not-breathing-right,but,at-least-he’s-home.
I-can’t-begin-to-describe-how-saddened-I-am-by-all-this.Now-my-cuddle-buddy-puppy-boy-is-hurt-AND-I-had-to-miss-something-I-had-looked-forward-to-for-weeks.:(AND-my-fabulous-costume-never-got-off-the-hanger.
I-guess-it-sucks-to-be-me-this-weekend.
:eek:
Oh, no! I’m so sorry to hear about your dog, will he be ok?
We missed you, hon. 
Hugs to you and the puppy and curses and illness to the fucker behind the wheel.
I can add nothing to this perfectly worded statement, except perhaps for the fucker behind the wheel, to subjected to the the agonizing torture of a bikini wax.
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