Hey happy 1k, smeg baby.
I brought a bottle of tequila, and a Jenga game and my 3cd collection of Pure funk, Pure disco and Pure dance.
Hey who wants to help me with a body shot? OK Spidey pass me a lime, no no, can’t use your hands. dpr bring that salt shaker with you.
Hey is that Word Up? Let’s dance.
grabs dpr and drags him to the dance floor
Who wants the worm? Woooo-Hooo
Hey Smeg, great party. 
Hey Scotti, why are you hugging a sleeping woman? Is there something we should be telling Anthracite and andygirl? 
yelps as he gets dragged off unexpectedly
Ahhh… someone who truly knows how to do body shots. No hands at all. It’s more of a lugh though if you get a third party to place the salt wherever they want…
dances like no-one’s watching
Spidey had a bad day, she’s tired, and she looks sad.
Smeghead had a bad (what, week? month?) and he’s grumpy.
Rx for both? A hug.
I am an equal opportunity hugger. Both arachnids and (gee, what species IS Smeghead? Inquiring minds want to know)need not apply, as I am usually happy to volunteer.
Just for good measure, hon-
((((((((((((((((((((dpr))))))))))))))))))
(Scotti cuts in on dpr and mojo57, whispering in dpr’s ear that she was HOPING he’d wear his skin-tight lycra superhero outfit to the party!)
Say, doesn’t this joint have a hot tub?
Smeghead-congrats on 1000. May all those here who have not yeat reached that plateau do so before dying horribly.
All right, then. I’m tending bar and all drinks are courtesy of the Birdman. So what’s it going to be, folks? (I brought Guinness, Bass, & Harp, so Black & Tans as well as Half & Halves are on draught).
waves from the dance floor trying to signal JBirdman12 for a Kahlua
Coming up. Hell, have a double. You’re not driving, right?
Well… I didn’t come in car…
sigh A car…
Maybe I’ve already had too much…
NAAAAAAAHHH
Now that’s the spirit! Down the hatch.
Friends, dancing, oh-so-lovely women (even if some of the newbies aren’t dancing), drinks…
Is this heaven?
I can’t stay out of a thread with BNL references in it.
Happy 1000, Smeghead!
Happy 1000th, Smeggy! <comes up to him in her purple party dress, grabs him, and dips him down for a deep kiss>
Hi, pleased to meetcha!
Seeing that dpr is temporarily alone, purplebear rushes up, and grabs him back onto the dance floor for a nice slow song. Now, buddy, pal, tell me what you’ve been up to, and why you never came back to my roomie thread. No, that’s ok, you can just whisper in my ear while we’re dancing.
Lost in the moment, purplebear fails to realize that the music has stopped, and keeps on dancing <if you can call it that> slowly with dpr…
I’ll take a rum and coke when you have a minute, JB.
It’s like this, Smeghead–you get us drunk, we like you. I mean, hell, you can’t expect us to like you for nothing, now can you?
Happy…uh, whatever we’re celebrating here. Now where’s the beer and/or the tequila?
------&
-----
—////\\
Spider Woman wakes up, puts on party hat, thinks “Gee, how sweet. Those people covered me with coats so I wouldn’t be cold. And a nice lady hugged me. But why is everybody sleeping? They must have forgotten their alarm clocks. I’ll just blow on these noise makers so they won’t be late for work.”
Bbbblllaaaaaaaattttttttt!
Skcrreeekkkkk!
Ratchety-ratchety-ratchedy.
:: In keeping with the theme of the thread, Milo stands in the corner, looking like he’s above it all and doesn’t want to be here. I reality, however, these parties are the only ones on his social calendar.::
UncleBeer looks in, scowls, and stalks off muttering to himself about all the goddamn smiling people.
Hey, what’s this vertigo waiver I had to sign on the way in?
WHOA is that a long way down or what?
Tell you what Smeghead…I’ll turn on the TV and stomp on the floor just for fun.
walks in, grabs smeg’s face and plants a big wet one on him There. That wasn’t bitter, cynical, antisocial or obligatory. Sorry. I can try again…
Happy 1000!
wakes up with large hang-over
Dear lord what did I drink last night?
Huh?
Why’s there a comotose spider in the corner covered in coats?
I must still be drunk.
curls up with the comotose spider and goes back to sleep
(filthy skulks in through the back door, snaggs a pitcher and a double Beam, and goes looking for the Red Dward vidios).
Well, I couldn’t figure out how work your VCR, but it’s a good party, anyway.
Congrats on the grand!