Well, that was quite the food fight, wasn’t it?
I best stick this in my shorts, just in case I still need it. Now to put my thoughts down in poetry…
Do you guys have any idea how hard it’s going to be to get this peanut butter out of my hair? Not to mention the fact that my shirt is completely ruined! It was my favorite shirt!!
::stuffs a handful of cream corn down lurkernomore’s pants::
I have to go wash my hair now.
Nukeman spots a large colourful (ie not peanut butter brown) object crossing his vision.
His subconcious brain thinks ‘clean shirt’
He automatically loads the spoon with a large dollop of peanut butter -
shlllllllllop
ker-splat
MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Hey Nukeman, could you hold this jar of peanut butter for a second? No, I don’t think it would be a good idea to throw a spoonful at Silver Fire, especially not when she has that big handful of creamed corn at the ready.
First the rice pudding, now the creamed corn? Where the hell is all this crap going?
See, aren’t you glad you finally said yes? It was pretty good, wasn’t it? Just think how great it would have been if I had used both hands!
I’m impressed, Bottle of Smoke - I didn’t think you could really juggle like that!!
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hey screech, you really should use this oil for your metal hip, everyone will think you have a camera if you go round clicking like that…yes, but you can’t balckmail them without a real camera & real photos! What do you mean, the real camera is in the joint? How do you replace the film in a hurry?
Well, yeah, but that doesn’t mean that I should just do it. I don’t know anything about it. Is it against any laws? Is it safe? Let me give it some thought, okay?
Hey silver, are you going to go naked jello wrestling at the baptist convention?
Is that so, Bottle of Smoke? I would never have thought that it would be possible! I’m glad that you explained it st such length, and in such detail!
Hey Fierra, I bet Screechy tries to take at least 20 shots before finding out that camera is empty…
Give it to me, baby! Uh-huh, uh-huh!!
Hey, hey, folks! I’m thinking it wouldn’t be a party without some Grey Poupon, so I brought a case (old family heirloom, doncha know). Now if only we had an Orgasmatron to fill with it…goat buffet? Not MY piece of meat.
HEY, bottle of smoke!
See if you can juggle with this knife, this Ming vase, and Mr Cyn’s grandmother.
Grandma, are you having incontinence problems again? Go over an talk to Nukeman, he’ll have some ideas for you.
And for the last time, odieman, there **IS NO SEX **in the champagne room!
Then this guy says “Quit pulling my leg!” Which, of course, I assume is just an expression…until it pops off.
Mind if I leave it here on the lawn with the pink flamingos?
Mr. Cynical, let me explain this in as much detail as possible, so that when you try something like this again, you won’t get the same nasty surprise you got the first time. Ok, here goes: The place isn’t listed in the phone book, of course, for “legal reasons.” So what you need to do is call the pizza place on Main and ask for Johnny. Tell him you need to get the “farm fresh special” and he’ll know what to do.
The goat will be delivered by an unmarked van a short time later. Make sure you have cash, and complete the transaction quickly. Here is a list of things you will need ahead of time: canola oil, rubber bands, a large plastic drop cloth, and a thick rope. I trust I don’t need to explain the order in which these items are used? I’m sure you’ve learned your lesson from the last time. Just remember, it’s all in the technique. Like you always say, a satisfied goat is a happy goat.
Now here’s where you have to pay attention. Do not, repeat, do not expect to see that same goat again! I know you are pining for that one special little fella, but he’s proabably already in another town by now. They move them around often, both to enhance the mystery and to keep the feds off their trail. Just accept the one you get and be happy.
And lastly, don’t forget to tip. Hopefully, this lengthy explanation has answered your question.
…technology smuggled from the former Soviet Union and a few subdermal implants, all under the guide of an emergency appendectomy. I thought, hey, why not? And the price wasn’t bad either. And reloading the film is easy. Former KGB operatives are a real hoot at boring parties. Oh, great joke: Lenin, Trostsky, and Kruschev walk into a bar, and the bartender says, Hey we don’t serve your kind in here, and Trotsky says…