Why? did they leave their shoes under their bed? If they do that, they’ll be “running around” all night long, and feel tired the next day.
Of course I’m going to be suspicious of you after that post. Do I have to spell it out for you? I know who I am–who are you, I wonder?
And your defensiveness this early in the Day is veeeeeery interesting, to say the least…
Can you bring out some cookies too? C is for Cookie that’s good enough for me! Coooooooooookie Crisp! I loooooooove cookies!
AAAAAGH! The meatballs! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
I hate to do this, Idle, but you may need to count me out this round. I was away from the 'puter for 5 hours and my continuity receptors aren’t working too well tonight. Plus, tomorrow, I will be without access. Maybe next time. Have fun.
[walks out on deck]
Hey there lil’ lady, see anything here you like? You shore don’t look like no Monkey to me, I don’ care what yer nametag says. Hehehe.
I’m gonna be here all night, least till they kick me out, so if uh you wanna “party” jus let me know. wink
I’m goin’ back inside. Some a-hole’s throwin’ meatballs at us.
Whispers in Hockey Monkey’s ear: 'twas a stormy night
[Walks into wall] Dammit, I need Whoopie at least.
SSG Schwartz
Oh no, you don’t get to “party” with me without putting a ring on my finger. Preferably one with a brilliant cut stone.
Come on, folks, enough joking around. I don’t want to be the only person contributing to the discussion. I think I might have seen some dropped breadcrumbs earlier, but I will neither confirm or deny which post it is.
Hey cookie monster, I loooooved that guy when I was a kid. As he always sang “The internet is for porn”, errrr I mean “C is for cooookie, that’s good enough for Me, C is for Coookie, that’s good enough for me, Cooookie Coooooooookie Coooooooookie starts with C ahmnahmnahmnahmnahmn” Now cookies are a sometimes food. Pfffftttt, is all I can say to that. Racecar
Err…well, okay. That means I need to fill your spot with another host. Let me PM John Difool, he expressed interest in playing.
But if he doesn’t want it or can’t play, it’ll have to be someone in this game.
[waves rum around room and pours some down Taber’s top. Woo Hoo!
SSG Schwartz
This party’s crazy. Too bad about not having any scotch. Luckily, I brought my own in my flask! (Glug glug glug) Ahhhhhh.
It’s dark out. Scarier than ever. And worse … I’ve heard that at least one of them is eating Italian food! And spicy sausages! With those big, nasty teeth!
pulls covers over head, whimpers
Just got home. Catching up, still on page 1.
But I’m taking notes on you all…
Why’s nobody else sitting on this couch with me? It feels great! Some sort of leather or sumthin. Don’t be shy girls! I won’t bite less ya ask me to. Hehe.
You know what this party needs? Some RATT !! Hell yeah bitches!
“Round and round. Our love will find a way just give it time.” Wooooohooo!!
peeks out from under blankets
Hey, it seems like at least one of those evil ones is not as fast as I feared! Maybe they’re hindered by their giant, clawed paws and their massive, drooling teeth?
But wait! Where’s my G# and my Db? I can’t even play my Steinway now.
Hey, fisha! Read Tabre and Hockeymonkey’s posts especially. Are you seeing what I’m seeing?
[sits on dnooman] Hell, yeah.
SSG Schwartz
Twickster is the hostess with the mostess.