I’m fine with anything, really. Whatever everyone wants.
This fruit spread is looking past its prime.
To the contrary, I’m the one who brought it and it’s perfectly fine. I really think you ought to keep your opinions to yourself, rather than being so ultracrepidarian.
But I am surprised no one has tried the donuts I brought, though. Don’t you realize that I got them straight from from Dunkin’ Donuts’ own headquarters? They couldn’t be any fresher or more delicious unless you stood at the fryer with your mouth open waiting for the donut to fall inside.
No it isn’t.
Whatever, moron. People like you make me sick. So sick I want to throw up.
Mmmm, donuts. Thanks! I love me some donuts. They’re so fluffy and sugary and delicious and fatty and awesome and yummy and scrumptious and and and… deep breath
Maha, if you’re going to throw up, please do it outside in the rhododendron bushes (What hosts have rhododendrons?) and not here.
Anyone got any hallucinogenic drugs they want to share? This party needs a little more life to it, no? As the great B.S. Lallibrush says: “He who eats of the feathered serpent carries the day.”
I’ll trade you five mushrooms for, well, anything.
How about my pocket lint?
I don’t even think your lint can help me now. Nothing can.
How do you want your nothing, then? In a pail?
It’s getting late, I guess we’ll be heading off to bed soon. I need to go to the bathroom but someone’s in there and they’re… they’re… (shudder) … brushing their teeth. Good god but I hate that sound. Nails on a chalkboard? Hey, bring it on, it’s music to my ears. But toothbrushing?! That’s fucked up.
Sigh. I’m just gonna watch TV until whoever-the-hell is doing that (probably Hoopy Frood, s/he’s unaccounted for recently) stops that horrid racket. I’ll put on my favorite muumuu for comfort and nestle down here on the sofa.
OOH! Look! One of the best Henry Fonda movies is on: The Ox-bow Incident. Anyone seen that? I could write paeans to the brilliance of that film.
Although if anyone prefers, there’s a wilderness documentary on PBS about Oribi (a sort of antelope) and how they prefer eating Zeatin (plant hormones) out of tuns (casks).
Tsktsk. Now the antelope’s been eaten by a Unau. See, that’s one thing I hate about these documentaries, they’re always so violent. I prefer the western kind of violence. Back to Henry Fonda!
OOG: there’s only one person whose quirk I can’t fathom, and that’s you, Hardly! Dang I can’t even begin to guess! /OOG
True, choie, the predatory behavior of those lions sickens me. The way they observe their prey, silently follow them and then pounces on them. Gah, reminds me of … certain people.
The donuts are delicious! Considering that I have not eaten since the party started…wait, why is everyone asleep? Is this donuts drugged? Oh crap…right in the den too!
That’d be just fine, actually.
Have mine then, do you?
Ooh look, Farewell My Concubine is on! If only I knew more than a smattering of the original language. I’d much rather not be distracted by subtitles or dubbing.
Oh yeah, see post 279. When the penny finally dropped, I couldn’t believe I’d figured it out, and then got mad at myself for not twigging it earlier. Of course, I still find it a little depressing that I just cannot get Sanguine at all. I eventually will, though: this I vow.
Sorry. Didn’t know I was being so loud.
I DO love the cheese tray! Magnificent!
Sorry, all. I do tend to get rather silly when I’m tired. I’ll try to stick to mundane conversation.
It sure is getting dark early, nowadays, isn’t it? And the rain! It’s like the gods are watching a sappy movie.
I don’t mind the rain at all. I’m used to it.
(OOG: I wonder if the hosts would have better chances of guessing if they, like, asked us questions and stuff? C’mon guys, this is starting to feel like Waiting for Godot.)
(OOG: Sorry, spot of family problems this evening. Both in-laws sick, fortunately all is under control but it was worrisome for a while. I’d ask some questions, but I’m fresh out of inspiration this minute. Hoopy, are you game?)