<mumbling> I’m so tired of circling the block - you’d think there’s be more parking around here… Oh wait - if I turn in here… What?!? Watch out!!!
Has anyone seen my clothes? I’m having to dance to keep warm…I know, the pool should be better, the water’s heated, right?
pssst! Hey you guys, fierra’ll never find her clothes at the bottom of the pool! Bwahahahaha!
Who put the bag I left for Goodwill and threw the clothes in the pool, Odieman turns to the Goodwill man and says: “Here they are, sir I hope the homeless like them, Sir!”
Odieman, hold still or you’ll end up with some really weird creases. Better mix up some more plaster, gonna need some more.
:small unnoticed glance:
Quite a bit more.
Aw geez, they only sent half the order! And this stuff takes 4 hours to dry!?! That’s the last time I do mail order art supplies.
Hold still! Don’t move.
Anybody have an extra hairdryer?
Screech, I knew we should have gone with the latex dips like for the batman costumes! This stuff will take forever to dry. Here, have a hairdryer, I’ll see what else I can rustle up.
Oh & I know supplies are getting low, but when are you gonna tell DireWolf that he had to stand for hours naked in flour & water paste?
This stuff is just not setting right. Let me see that bag.
Aw crud. Flour.
So where’d the other bag of plas…
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No wonder doobieous broke a tooth on the biscuits.
:shoves empty bag into garbage can:
Back to work.
Hey, screech, do you think if I lay out a trail of cookies, we’ll get more people come in here?
Hang on, I’ll just take these freshly baked ones & go set some out. You carry on with Odie.
My goodness, things are getting out of hand! Okay guys, leave this thread alone for like 4 months or so, and then party all you want, but for now, let’s chill!
Odieman, put down the sheep, I tell you. The relationship isn’t what she said it was.
Odie walks in carrying a sheep, hey MrC somebody was calling for ewe…anybody seen screech owl?
Hey, MrC, everyone, have you seen that virgin ewe lamb that we ere going to sacrifice? It’s rather important…
…Anthracite, meet Fierra. Fierra, Anthracite. I’m sure you two will do swimmingly.
Hey! Who started the freaking fire! That sofa cost me money you know!
Would somebody explain why JDT is running around with matches cackling Mr C’s name…well here comes Anthracite…
Fierra runs into the room…
“Hey, MrC, your sofa’s on fire…”
Head snaps round & jaw drops…
“Who is that?”
Well, sure, if you want to sacrifice a lamb, you’ll need to build a fire. I’m sure Mr. C’s couch would burn great…just be sure to take the vinyl seat covers off first.
HEY! Anyone here want to help us with an ancient Samaritan ritual here?
He’s carrying this lamb, see–oh, you said that.
Who belongs to that ugly vinyl couch…and why is a sheep tied on top of it?..Say has anyone seen Fierra…she looks sad and a bit lonely
…rectum? Damn near killed him! HAHAHAHAHA!
Oh, seriously guys, I can’t take much more of it. I know that it’s a hell of a party, but if those women keep throwing themselves at me, I’m going to have to sacrifice this here sheep that odie brought to boink.
Right, I’ve had enough of this. I’m leaving, and I’m taking the ducks with me.
Who dressed those ducks up like school girls???
I don’t think they really like it.