:: sniff, sniff ::
Hmmm, oh well. It’s just shit, like sprinkles!
Blows up inflatable chair and kicks back, sucking on personal keg tap and cutting up some KGB for a smokeout.
Yo! MrC! You got an extra shirt layin’ around? Ah screw it, it’s warm. I don’ need no stinkin’ shirt!
[QUOTE]
*Originally posted by thinksnow *
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Thongs are for wimps. Doncha know you’re not supposed to wear underwear with slinky dresses? Sheesh.
(That’ll keep the guys sidetracked for a few minutes) Look at their eyes starting to glaze over. I think they like us girls . . .
Wait, who’s bong is that? Nevermind, please ignore comment about glazed eyes.
<Let’s try a different approach.>
We’ve got munchies guys. Demo, want some pudding? hehe
Sit on my face,
and tell me that you love me…
::knock knock::
Hello?
OH, shit, who ordered all the pizzas!?
Man, I can’t pay for all this!
–Tim
Hey, Tim, here’s a buck.
<grabs a pizza and walks off>
Hey Demo, you hungry? Hey, wash your hands first, man!
<Lex puts down paintball gun, yawns. Looks around. Pops another beer, chews some Fritos (insert lil circle R thingy here)>
God damn, this is fuckin’ boring. No one’s even set up any music…
<Lex walks off in a huff, retrieves stereo equipment. Sets it up next to stack of pizza boxes. Looks through collection of about 800,000 CD’s.>
Hmmm. What should I play? I don’t want to listen to anyone bitch that they don’t liket the music, but there are so many different tastes here…
<Lex leans over, licks Athena>
Yep, lots o’ different tastes.
Hey Silo! Share the kind, bud (snicker) and come help me pick out some tunes.
Opts out of slinky dress and spike heels… dons shorts, tank top, and flip-flops. Plops into chair, opens industrial-size jar of liquid soap and proceeds to blow bubbles…
whammo walks up Hi guys, saw ya hanging out… mind if I join ya?
I brought my own lawn chair and this case of Natural Ice.
What?? your too good for Natural Ice?!?! Fine. I’ll have to drink it myself. 
dumps the beers into the trough full of ice.
Damn… what Ho Munger ordered EVERY pizza with EVERYTHING on it. …damn mushrooms…
Hey Silo. How 'bout a hit off that chiller bro… wont care whats on the pizzas after that.
D’you guys see the Cheifs game? My poor Cheifs… 0 and 2… look like shit this year.
Hey Mr Cynical… mind if we build a bonefire in your yard??
Guess what guys… I brought 4 gross of bottle rockets! You HAVE to light them off from your hand if your a man… and no throwing either… thats for girls.
Okay, be that way, but you’re going to get bombarded with balloons and eggs. Hey, where did the other girls go?
::Rachelle waves from across the street. She is wearing a thong bikini (just for thinksnow) and has made a mud pit in the front yard. She approaches the lawn party with a slight look of disgust on her face::
A bunch of men sitting around, smoking a bong, drinking beer… how boring. Who’s up for some mud wrasslin!
::Whispering to GoldWidow and FairyChatMom::
When all the guys get close to the mud pit let’s push 'em in! They’re so loaded they won’t know what hit 'em. After we push them in we can take over their lawn chairs and beer!
:Gazoo pulls into his driveway across the street:
Dammit Mr. C, what you do on your own property is your own damn business, but who the hell made this mud pit out of my front lawn? Who? The girl in the thong bikini? Well, why didn’t you say so. I’ll be right over. Need any pork rinds? I’ve got some tequila and Jack Daniels I’ll bring over too!
psstt, guys - over here. Wanna wrestle?
(Get ready Rachelle; here they come)
stoned as hell…
Did someone say food? Mmmm, food.
Walking over to mud pit, stuffing face with pizza…
Damn MrC, you gotta teach your dogs not to dig holes man! Lookit this mess! Someone could get hurt!
ooooo - rasslin’!!
<peels off shorts and tank to reveal hot pink swimsuit>
Who you callin a dog Demo? :mad:
::Rachelle gives Demo a good hard shove and he falls face first into the mud pit. He tries to get to his feet and is struggling to keep the bong out of the mud and slips, falling on his ass this time. Rachelle, GoldWidow, and FairyChatMom stand by, laughing.::
Seeing stars and little birds flying around head…
Did anyone get the license plate of that bus?
TwistofFate:
Uh-oh. Have I secretly been offending my grandmothers all this time? O ignorance, thou foul beast, get thee behind me!
Anyway, thanks for the Guinness.
burp
Damn, I’m out of beer. Hey Demo, clean yourself up, fer chrissakes! I have an empty pint glass, and you have a keg of Sierra Nevada. I’ll trade ya this lawn flamingo for a fill-up.
Demo gets up out of the mud, walks over to Rachelle and Co. and shakes all the mud off. He then sets up the Slip-N-Slide and takes a few runs through it to clean the mud off before making a keg-go-round to fill up the empties.
Hey! Anybody wanna play quarters?
Hell yea I wanna play quarters.
And don’t think you are coming in the house in those clothes. You are just gonna have to strip at the door.
:Silo gets Demo, Whammo, and Lexi high:
:Where’s da PiZZa?..Oh yeah!..we ate it all :D: