Hey! My first Doper Christmas party! What an astonishing number of nearly naked men! And conga-ing men and women, some of whom possess socks. Misstee, you really know how to throw a great party. Thanks, lady.
Can’t believe how cute you all are, guys. And shy, some of you. (Not Horseflesh.) You need a few more Buttery Nipples.
FDisk, Qazz, wanna sit on the couch and make out? Uhh… I should say first… I brought a half brain in Lucite. It’s a long story. Sorry.
I promise, it’s not a virgin brain.
Lick tac toe…
I am ready!
A big welcome and kisses to all the new people who have joined.
Ok, here goes lick-tac-toe… I’ll set up the board.
::Opens up the whipped cream hose wothout first checking the pressure level with predictable results::
Hey! where’d misstee go?
Right here, waiting for you…
::Hearing a voice coming from the mound of whipped cream infront of him::
I’ll save you misstee!
::Strips off He-man outfit ( No appreciable difference is noticed) dives in::
Hope I’m hungry
me too. 
Hands Jennyrosity two short, fuzzy Santa hats in her size to keep warm with
Nice thong, btw. You must’ve been on Santa’s nice list. Me too. grin
Welcome, sultana of slash! Who says I can’t be shy? Can too! shuts eyes hard and tries mightily to be shy Well, no, I guess I can’t. Another Buttery Nipple for me! smoooooooch
SiXSwordS, scroll up a ways. You’re supposed to pick out our playing surface. How about that one over there? waves in general direction of several semi nude likely candidates
selects Pirate Santa costume from the infinite wardrobe
Arrrh! A Merry Christmas to ye all! Who wants some of me hard-fought booty? Here be a bottle o’ rum to pass 'round. Avast, ye drunkards! leaps into the mound of whipped cream to save our dear hostess misstee Wait, that just tasted like a SiXSwordS. Is that your foot?!?!
How’s the shoulder, misstee?
Thanks for asking Horseflesh. I went to the dr today. It’s not dislocated, but maybe a torn rotator cup.
I thought I was the only playing surface for lick-tac-toe.
Sorry misstee I didn’t mean to wreck your shoulder with the whipped cream hose. Here maybe this will help.
::Continues licking misstee out of her predicamint::
Hey what’s that on my foot
Hey! if ** Horseflesh** gets a new costume I want one too. I’ll be back for you misstee.
Runs to closet of unlimited costumery clad only in whipped dairy product
||FLASH OF LIGHT||
:SiXSwordS can be heard echoing off into the distance:
“Nooooo, not again. She was covered in whipped cream for God’s sake!”
:mad:
Bah! Screw this licking rescue. turns on chocolate hose and sprays misstee down
There! No more whipped cream. Erm, you seem to be…ah…somewhat chocolatey. visions of strawberries dipped in chocolate dance in my head Sorry, I can’t help myself. advances on misstee
Hey everybody! I need help cleaning our hostess up! Where is that darn SiXSwordS anyway? He lives for this stuff.
But you can do it on other message boards?
:looks at all the whip cream and chocolate:
Now this is what I call a party.
sultana of slash did you mean make out with you, or eachother? I hope the former!
Okay, for a little while, shall i remove the tanookie suit first?
oh, and what is this Buttery Nipple drink consist of? I shan’t know.
I never got a chance to get undressed, now look, my clothes are covered in chocolate, and they are on the receiving end of the licking… that just ain’t right, dude.
::: throws her clothes off ( well, not all of them ) :::
Let the licking begin.
taps at the window
lets SanguineSpider in as she notices misstee is far too occupied
pours drinks.
Thanks, Agua, it was gettin’ a wee bit nipply out there! I could’ve cut some glass BRRRRRRR
Drink? Hey, thanks! Hey, everyone… Merry Christmas! waves to the crowd licking misstee and blushes
I see I’m just in time to…
tilts her head in confusion
Whoa… this is some party.
Yeah, its getting pretty wild. Hey, maybe we should just get drunk and join in the fun?
*SanguineSpider, you seem to have mistletoe strewn all about you. Guess that means kisses all over, huh?
much later, after many Butter Nipples and thrashing about of mistletoe, Horseflesh rouses groggily to find himself with bruises in the oddest places
Mmmmmrrph! Bugger me, wha’ happen? doffs crumpled Santa hat
find two inflated kiddie pools in the magic closet, fills one with eggnog and the other with Hershey’s chocolate
Anyone up for a dip? I’ve got some wrasslin’ moves I’ve been wanting to try out…
shimmies, making the mistletoe dance upon her body
Yeah, CATCH ME IF YOU CAN!!! A HA!
dashes out of the room at high speed, giggling like a school girl on Christmas break