*The pale marble basin, filled with Stolichnya and happy partygoers, revealed no hint of the horror lurking far below, in the aphotic and alcoholic deeps where only predators lurk, a horror looking upward with strange dead eyes as it circled...each movement sending a flood of lifegiving vodka through the scarlet slashes where gill slits pulsed on it's streamlined sides...and suddenly nothing. Then a stream of silver bubbles rose like a flurry of pirrahna, and the crafty Native American rises, rises from the depths like an angel of death, kicks off her Spongebob flippers, pulls aside her snorkel, and arrows toward her first course......*
NATIONS: *The pale marble basin, filled with Stolichnya and happy partygoers, revealed no hint of the horror lurking far below, in the aphotic and alcoholic deeps where only predators lurk, a horror looking upward with strange dead eyes as it circled...each movement sending a flood of lifegiving vodka through the scarlet slashes where gill slits pulsed on it's streamlined sides...and suddenly nothing. Then a stream of silver bubbles rose like a flurry of pirrahna, and the crafty Native American rises, rises from the depths like an angel of death, kicks off her Spongebob flippers, pulls aside her snorkel, and arrows toward her first course......* ...yes I have gills. shut up.
Do dugongs eat fish?
DEEP BLUE: You can have the coffee... I'll keep the Mexican... on my laps! I still hate Halloween!
But Hallowe’en is the gay Christmas!
MITZI: Things that go Ouuuu in the night.
There are a few things around here that go Ewwww in the night too.
I think I’m stuck to one of them right now.
WALLY: Eeeeeeeeeeeeek! That being said, time for a vodka and a hot dog...
Swizzle stick?
ROSES: I like my dawg fully loaded. Where's the relish? Umm...on second thought perhaps not...there's a weiner shaped hole in the jar. I worry about the double dunking. *removes sparkly pink thong from vodka fountain* *sigh* It's that kind of party isn't it?
"Woooo, that's scary!"
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That last pic would make a jolly good Halloween avatar....
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I don't want the pair of you gobbling up all the weenies before our other guests arrive.
ReplyDeleteEeek!
ReplyDeleteScary wenis!
I came as a horny little devil.
I couldn't be arse to sort out a costume.
Now, where's my wenis?
Miss Roses has arrived.
ReplyDeleteGuard the vodka fountain.
She's still high from her Mexican experience this morning.
ReplyDeleteThe Tequila gun?
ReplyDeleteSomething more like this I guess ...
ReplyDeleteHmm...my cup of mexican didn't include a flaming glass. But it was pure pleasure, I can tell you.
ReplyDeleteBut that was this morning. Now it's afternoon.
Why is my way to the vodka fountain blocked?
Oh... that would be my arse Ms Roses
ReplyDeleteI'll just move a little to the left and make room for you...
Is that better?
*plunges face back into vodka fountain*
what's Ms Nations Doing down there with the snorkel and flippers?
ReplyDeleteA flaming glass or a flaming ass?
ReplyDelete*pins "wide load" sign onto Princess's arse*
*comes up for air*
ReplyDeleteOuch.... I think I just felt a little prick....
That may have been Von LX with the tray of cocktail weenies.
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ReplyDelete*The pale marble basin, filled with Stolichnya and happy partygoers, revealed no hint of the horror lurking far below, in the aphotic and alcoholic deeps where only predators lurk, a horror looking upward with strange dead eyes as it circled...each movement sending a flood of lifegiving vodka through the scarlet slashes where gill slits pulsed on it's streamlined sides...and suddenly nothing.
ReplyDeleteThen a stream of silver bubbles rose like a flurry of pirrahna, and the crafty Native American rises, rises from the depths like an angel of death, kicks off her Spongebob flippers, pulls aside her snorkel, and arrows toward her first course......*
...yes I have gills. shut up.
ReplyDeleteYou can have the coffee... I'll keep the Mexican... on my laps!
ReplyDeleteI still hate Halloween!
Things that go Ouuuu in the night.
ReplyDeleteEeeeeeeeeeeeek!
ReplyDeleteThat being said, time for a vodka and a hot dog...
I like my dawg fully loaded. Where's the relish?
ReplyDeleteUmm...on second thought perhaps not...there's a weiner shaped hole in the jar. I worry about the double dunking.
*removes sparkly pink thong from vodka fountain*
*sigh*
It's that kind of party isn't it?
I'm imagining that really is Michael Guy! Here's hoping for a big gust of wind. (And NOT wind from First Nations).
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ReplyDeleteWhat? There's no pumpkin cheesecake?
ReplyDeleteNATIONS: *The pale marble basin, filled with Stolichnya and happy partygoers, revealed no hint of the horror lurking far below, in the aphotic and alcoholic deeps where only predators lurk, a horror looking upward with strange dead eyes as it circled...each movement sending a flood of lifegiving vodka through the scarlet slashes where gill slits pulsed on it's streamlined sides...and suddenly nothing.
ReplyDeleteThen a stream of silver bubbles rose like a flurry of pirrahna, and the crafty Native American rises, rises from the depths like an angel of death, kicks off her Spongebob flippers, pulls aside her snorkel, and arrows toward her first course......*
...yes I have gills. shut up.
Do dugongs eat fish?
DEEP BLUE: You can have the coffee... I'll keep the Mexican... on my laps!
I still hate Halloween!
But Hallowe’en is the gay Christmas!
MITZI: Things that go Ouuuu in the night.
There are a few things around here that go Ewwww in the night too.
I think I’m stuck to one of them right now.
WALLY: Eeeeeeeeeeeeek!
That being said, time for a vodka and a hot dog...
Swizzle stick?
ROSES: I like my dawg fully loaded. Where's the relish?
Umm...on second thought perhaps not...there's a weiner shaped hole in the jar. I worry about the double dunking.
*removes sparkly pink thong from vodka fountain*
*sigh*
It's that kind of party isn't it?
Who does this belong to?
KELLY RED: I'm imagining that really is Michael Guy! Here's hoping for a big gust of wind. (And NOT wind from First Nations).
Here’s a photo of Michael Guy’s arse in the meantime.
Deep Blue got pretty excited over it earlier.
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I was in the kitchen putting together some Hors d'oeuvres!
DEEP BLUE: What? There's no pumpkin cheesecake?
How about some beefcake?
Fuzzy beefcake!!
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ReplyDeleteI've always enjoyed a good tubesteak. And rump roast. Often going from one to the other until my dinner is in a complete frenzy!
ReplyDeleteNATIONS: Fuzzy beefcake!!
ReplyDeleteYou can use the hairs as dental floss!
THOMBEAU: I've always enjoyed a good tubesteak. And rump roast. Often going from one to the other until my dinner is in a complete frenzy!
What about your greens?
Would you like a tossed salad with that?
"Would you like a tossed salad with that?"
ReplyDeleteAfter all of that poutine, it's nice to see The Mistress is offering healthy choices!
Time for the morning-after-drink - Bloody mary anyone?
ReplyDeleteBITCHES: “Morning after” post up.
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