Hmmm, I’ll have to remember that tip next time I buy a bra. I
thought you were supposed to jump up and down with the new bra on and if your boobs didn’t hit your chin… buy it.
Welcome aboard, RickyRicardoIII! If you haven’t been there yet, you should check this thread out.
Rule #1: No goddamned sarcasm in my frickin’ threads! Got it, Mr. Turns head and coughs?
Rule #2: No one listens to me anyway, so screw Rule #1.
Rule #3: Would Sunday, August 11th work well for you?
Well, if your talking about the boobs not hitting my chin, I say don’t buy it.
And a second welcome to RickyRicardoIII. Don’t mind Skip, he’s cranky on Mondays 'cause on the weekends the PotatoCouchGod sqaushes all of his couch cushions into weird grail-shaped pieces.
Oh, and a word, Skip? Everyone knows that Rule #1 (in fact, all odd-numbered rules) is always: No Pooftahs!
Carry on.
Sunday August 11th would work for me…and I will go where ever…lol Sorry I haven’t been around much!
Aug. 11 sounds OK. Anywhere near a lake would be a nice suggestion, given the heat in this area. Or were you thinking more of an indoor event?
Braless participants perfectly OK in my book, except for overly jiggling man-boobies.
Thanks for the warm welcome, SkipMagic. Just kidding about the turning head and coughing.
Inserts hand in rubber glovie and flexes finger.
I second the jiggling man-boobs thing. Lets all try to keep our manly hairy chests (or nearly hairy, in my case) under wraps, m’kay? No sense in messing up a good farmer’s tan.
Upon re-reading bobkitty’s first post, I think Aug. 11th might be the last day of BamaDope, thereby interfering with her(?) and possibly Crunchy Frog’s plans. We’ll have to wait until they post to find out.
And Rick, I prefer two fingers, thankyouverymuch. 
Well golly, it’s about friggin time. Yes, I’ll come. Thankfully this was right up at the top of MPSIMS as I’ve only been coming on the boards this week to check up on one or two threads.
I’ll be back in town July 25. Any time after that is good with me.
Greetings, Enderw24…Wow…a Lawrence resident. Spent four of the best years of my life there…University of Kansas, class of '81.
Why, both you and RickyRicardoIII are two of the most boob-bigoted bums I’ve ever had the displeasure of running across. I’m proud of my jiggling man-boobs, and I don’t care who knows. “Castor” and “Pollux” are their names and they are a source of pride for me. Heck, if I weighed two hundred pounds less to make a svelte 600 pounds, those two joys would be smaller, but they would still be. And I’d still be proud to call them my own. Just for those offensively discriminating remarks, I will probably waddle in wearing nothing but shorts and a tube top. Serves the two of you right, say I.
Moving on…
Horseflesh, I see your pooftahs and I raise you an enemy. And you’re the enemy. (And as we all know, the enemy tends to wear silver halos while holding fairy wands with big stars on the end. At least I think we all know that.)
Pooftahs! I haven’t heard that one in a couple of years.
Enderw24, good of you to join our party! I suppose a man who lives in a town of Jayhawks can’t bring us down too much.
As for Bobkitty and Crunchy Frog, they better hurry up and decide! We only have more than a month left to plan things. What, do they think we’re organized here?
I can’t make any definite plans, for this DopeFest or the one in 'Bama, so plan this thing without me. As I said, I’m unemployed and looking for work at the moment. If I get a job, I may have to stay in town, because I don’t know if I’ll have weekends off or not. If I don’t get a job, I’ll likely not have the cash to make the trip.
So in short: Don’t wait for me.
600 pounds? How old is that picture on TTUSDMBMPP? (tell Max to fix the link under your pic.) Unless you’re sporting 200lb legs. :eek: Brings to mind a certain resturaunt patron who couldn’t resist the dinner mint. I must admit I haven’t bothered to name any body parts except one, and even that one is still a movie quote (a Scooby snack to anyone that knows the movie). But I will still respect your “boys” should they, ah, make an appearance. Boob-bigot indeed. [Tigger]They’re bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy. Full of fun, fun, fun… [/Tigger]
Okay, I count 10 people willing to go to KC and 3 possibles (bobkitty, Crunchy Frog, and Kiki). KC seems to be the preferred city and August 11th is the date (right?). So we need a consensus on:
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Exact location, whether at a KC Doper residence or a public place. We need some ideas here.
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Time. Morning, noon, afternoon, evening. Please consider your inherent laziness before casting a vote.
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No pooftahs!* I won’t, I won’t, I won’t do the obligatory salutation to a certain web designer. Nope, no conformity here.
Carpooling, activities and eats can be decided later or on the spot. I’ll go ahead and cast my vote: 1) Park or lake so’s I can bring my brats. Lawn jarts optional. Second choice is Skip’s haunted house (okay, I just gotta see the PotatoCouchGod ::imagining a seven foot Mr. Potato Head wearing a crown and holding a trident:: ); and 2) Noon-ish. I am not a morning person and cannot be held responsible for my actions before noon. Plus I would be able to see all Dopers clearly and determine their bra-wearing status. :: pointedly looking at auntie em whilst she strains to stuff a wheel of gubbmint cheese into the bong::
C’mon folks, this is Dopeka! Can’t waste a good Fest name like that.
*I remembered that pooftah is British slang so it’s time to drag out my sig. No offense intended toward any past, present, or future pooftahs (ya pooftah).
I’m crackin’ up ovah heah!
I’ll be there with bells on and Skip, my Girls Unfettered wanted me to let you know that they can’t wait to meet your boys (Horseflesh, you tell Spike to behave himself–children present, and all).
I don’t know KC THAT well, so I don’t have any votes for a meetin’ place, but THERE MUST BE FOOD. So if we go to an outdoor area, should we all bring something? Should we find a place with a grill? I do great 10-lb. burgers (ask Baker and Ender)…
At any rate, the time is good, because this will allow me to get my little ass in bed at a decent hour, whether or not I will have to face Catholic boys the next day!
I dunno. My guess is that you have a Gremlin in your pocket. But then I thought, maybe, you got confused and meant to say that you named it after a director whose most famous movie quote is apropos for the subject in hand. (Or anywhere else that that makes you giggle with glee.) “I didn’t land on Plymouth Rock, Pymouth Rock landed on me! And, by the way, what an interesting name for a hooker.”
Just a thought. Or two. The second, of course, pretty much a juvenile gutterish one.
Good mornin’, bouys and ghouls! I hope everyone slept well, of course. I hope you’re all dressed and looking purrrrty for this posting party of ours; if not, lie to me. Make me feel good, will ya’?
Horseflesh, my picture can be explained away by Photoshop. And it’s not my legs that are 200 pounds. It’s my nostrils. As you can see, I spent a lot of time in Photoshop.
Location: 1.) Shawnee Mission Park is a great place to have this, except they don’t allow alcohol. Food, sure. But fermented grapes, grain or gasoline mixtures are a big “no-no”. So if you need a liquid buzz to get you through the ‘fest, then that place is anathema. 2.) I thought of Smithville Lake, but that’s a mite far for ye ol’ out-of-towners to drive. 3.) My ghost-infested home is available. And it’s the ghost that’s shy and invisible; the PotatoCouchGuy is just some deity to whom I pray when I muster up enough energy to do even that. Dragging around these nostrils and man-boobies can wear a guy out. At any rate, I’ll ask around today and see if any more locals have better ideas for places for us to meet and take over the world.
Time: Noon-ish is alright for this kid.
Caveat: Gotta go. Be back, I’ll. Work is calling my name, and it’s sounding a bit like a medieval harridan on crack. (Which sounds like good old mom.)
No Scooby Snacks for you, Skip. It is a quote from a movie, the entire line is “Sorry, Spike” as the actor looks mournfully at his groin. It wasn’t a terribly funny movie but that one line always makes me smirk with the double- or triple-meaning of “Spike” in the context used. To be fair, your “enemy” reference rang exactly zero bells for me. Don’t believe I’ve ever seen that skit but it reads funny.
When you said your nostrils were the major portion of your body weight my first vision was of massively dense uranium deposits in your sinus cavities. Then you mentioned Photoshop magic and now I’m picturing you with a beak like Bloom County’s Opus on Chemical X. You know, outside of the context of this thread those last two sentences would sound absolutely insane.
There are two ways to get around the no alcohol rule at the park. 1) Show up drunk. This has at least two drawbacks though. One is the issue of how to safely get to the party and the other is that eventually the buzz wears off; 2) Put beverages in an ice tea dispenser and drink out of cups. The drawback is that you’re still risking getting thrown out of the park. I don’t really need alcohol at a get-together but it helps when dealing with strange new people that think they know movies better than you do. It has the added benefit of making you feel warmer than you really are and then clothes start to come off. :)
Which brings me to my next point. The first 2 weeks in August are usually the “dog days of summer”. The way this summer’s been going who knows? Maybe it would be best to have an indoor hideout if the heat gets too intense. I would like a grill nearby so I can try out one of auntie em’s famous 10-lb burgers (and I wanna see the spatula you flip that with). If we have this at your pad I can bring an inflatable kiddie pool if you’ve got 50 gallons of lime jello. Or is this not that kind of party?
Well, now I feel compelled to issue a few disclaimers, lest you and the little ones suffer grave disappointment.
a) My “Girls Unfettered” are quite small, and
b) They aren’t really 10-lb. burgers. It’s just that when Baker and Ender and I were making plans for grilling at my house, they voted for hamburgers, which I’d never made for myself before. So what did I know? I went to the store, bought about two and a half pounds of meat…
…and made it into FOUR patties.
Oh, how they (and other friends, who heard the story from me later) laughed at me.
We each ate ONE of the half-pound burgers (Microsoft OneDrive - Access files anywhere. Create docs with free Office Online.), and split the remaining one (which I’d made in case someone wanted seconds) into two normal-sized patties for the dogs (Microsoft OneDrive - Access files anywhere. Create docs with free Office Online.).
Anyways, I’m certainly OK without booze as well, but you won’t get many good stories out of me sober… 
Seriously, as long as there’s food (and maybe some of Baker’s pie?) I’m a happy Doper!
Chocolate pecan?
Okay, I give. What movie doth dat line cometh from, Horseflesh? I searched and searched and failed to find anything other than fan fiction for Buffy the Vampire Slayer. (And people, if you write fan fiction…don’t. It’s disturbing. Or, at the very least write it to improve your style, but don’t publish it when you’re finished. You’re scaring me.)
So yes, I lose. You win. I humbly grovel at your movie-knowledgeable feet and I swear upon Auntie Em’s small but satisfying “Girls Unfettered” that I will never challenge your position as “Movie Guy.”
Well, the park(s) will have a grill…but no air conditioning. Shelters, yes, but since the lack of walls would make the air conditioning pretty much moot, they decided (the cheap bastards) to not include AC. My house does have AC, a grill (I’m getting one this weekend!), a ghost, a couple of televisions, too many computers, computer parts, a fetish room, thousand-some books, the remains of my last girlfriend, her mother (not her remains, just her; she never left after her last visit, unfortunately), two cats, a flashing neon sign that reads “Get your obfuscation eschewed here!”, Waldo, various local choir groups and–instead of the overrated Holy Grail–the last cup Socrates ever used. That one, of course, is reserved for special guests only.
“You don’t want to see me when I’m angry, Mr. McGee. And here, have a drink from this cup.”
I also vote that Baker brings a pie. I hear tell, Baker, that you really do offer up a slice of heaven.
Bring the inflatable pool, Horseflesh. Every party is that kind of party.
Hahahahahahahahahahaha! Just One of the Guys! I got it, I got it! Screw you, hippie! I lied, I take back all those grovel-ish things I said; no longer do I swear fealty to your faux movie quote kingdom! Hahahahahahahahaha!
I so need to leave work.
Simulpost! And chocolate pecan is only one of the many I can do. For those weenies on diets there is a sugar free apple. There’s always cherry, blueberry, regular pecan pie, etc. etc. and so forth. I do a variety of cream pies as well but I don’t know how well they would travel to KC. And cinnamon rolls/and or pecan rolls! With lots of frosting. Large cookies. Brownies. Too bad about the peanut butter torte and the mocha torte, they also probably wouldn’t travel well.