So, am I in, too? I got boxers on (under my jeans, to make it harder for you ladies) …
Wait, i don’t want to sit next to no other stinkin’ nekkid men! sandwhich me in between some women, yeah, i might need you wimmins help with these cards at times. you know, i’m still new at this, i might have some questions…
And that camera better not be on me Cyn! perv!
Shoot, I’ll gladly deal. One for you, one for you, WHOA look at that giant segull over there, away from the deck I am holding!!!, (3 Aces for me), one for you, and one for you.
Wait, are we playing hearts or poker? Because if we’re playing hearts, Mully, those aces will buy you one article of clothing.
Come to think of it, why don’t we just play drinking games with clothes? Kings, anyone?
::checking his oversized liver::
Drinking games, you say?
::jumping on the scale::
Hmmmmmmmmmmm, I’m game!
…Drinking games? :::strips down completely nekkid:::
can’t drink unless i’m completely in the natural. (big smiley)
big smiley? Is that some kind of euphamism? They must LOVE you at bars, soul. Alright, kids. D-Day.
What are we playin’? Are we drinking or playing for clothes? Or, if you favor soul’s method, both?
Poker, poker, poker!!!
But, if we play hearts or spades, I am good to go. But, if I have to get all the way down to my coconut bra, you people are in for a serious thrashing.
I read that as “some serious flashing.” Imagine my confusion.
I don’t know how to play spades. Anyone care to teach me?
Swiddles, much more fun if you just play my way. Don’t worry about the rules. Here, have a drink.
thank you, dear. ::Swiddles throws back whatever the hell soul gave her:: It is after 12:00, after all.
Has anyone ever heard of a drinking game called Kings? It’s a hodgepodge of drinking games, you play a different game on each card. At a certain point you forget what games play on which cards and begin to be devoted to get sloshed.
Never heard of it, but I’m up for drinking.
And I see soulsling is too. Up, that is. 
…always the optimist, i am…
And that’s what we love about you, hon…
I fear the conversation in this thread is beginning to peter…er, poor choice of words. Sorry.
So, we are now just a bunch of horny, half-naked (Except for soul, adjust that leaf man!), poker playing dregs of society stuck on an island where were are more likely to resort to apoplecitc fits of destruction and infighting while simultaneously trying to ruin the wildlife and environment surrounding us.
Well, at least my Republicanism is starting to rub off on all of you.
I’m all for downing some more shrooms…
Mully, you know I respect that you are a Republican. But I can honestly say, without any fear of potential hypocrisy at all that I am most certainly a godammed liberal.
Now, then. On to the important things. New Kids On the Island: did you bring any rum/tequila with you? If not, how far can you swim?
These new islanders had to come from somewhere. That somewhere is bound to have usable stuff. Specifically, some sort of satellite dish system so I can catch up on Sportscenter would be much appreciated.
Here, I’ll catch you up. Some large men chased after a small ball, sometimes hitting it with sticks, other times throwing into nets.
There you are. I’ll be attempting to soak up as much cancerous rays as possible on the beach.