Cold stuff is fine, but please, nothing warmer than room temperature. No ‘flying hot gravy,’ for example. (A great name for a band, however.)
We have assorted alcoholic beverages and hors d’oeuvres such as ham roll-ups, cheese and crackers, and those teeny little cocktail weenies – oh, sorry, Coldfire. You had the tray a little close to your, uh, Netherlands.
The room is appropriately plasticked. Have at 'er!
(Downs a tequila shot in memory of Wally and grabs a big bowl of chocolate pudding – wearing a Speedo, just in case no one else decides to strip down …)
I brought a “make-your-on-banana-split” platter - always a hit at parties. Cold vanilla ice cream, chocolate sauce, cherries, whipped cream… hey, what kind of party did you say this was?
:: ultress slanters into the room :: (I just learned how to slanter by the way)
Drops the robe at the door.
:: slanters over to the food table ::
Who is the dork in the chocolate pudding bath?? Oohhh excuse me Milo, didn’t recognize you there guy. Happy 1000th.
Wandering in wearing only a very skimpy bikini <purple, natch!>, purplebear heads for the table with all of the goodies, especially the banana split stuff.
Then, decides to check out the tubs of chocolate pudding.
Say, Milo! Are you really that glad to see li’l ole me? What do you mean, it’s not a fudgicle? Mind if I join you in this tub?
And, real whipped cream, KimKatt? Give me some, please! Yummmm… oops! I just dropped it all over my front!
I know, you said leave the clothes at the door, but I’m shy. No, really. I am. Honest!
Happy 1000th, Milo!!