I actually had a dream that I was at the MiniMansion in ATown for some sorta DoucheFest. The Ex-Mayor, Skeets and Peeps were there...don't remember anyone else...
Musta bean that 2 pound super spicy burrito I ate right before bedtime.
Full Version: No xit
Was it a wet dream?
No, he didn't mention those "duck-footed" shoes.
You two weren't in the dream, so: Um, no.
Did we let you out of the box right away, or did the XM make everyone wait around drinking Fanta?
I recall something about the tap water getting you high..
prolly made 'em wait.
Good things cum to those that wait.
Funny, there actually was a “Douchefest” that night… at an Italian restaurant no less:
Nothing discreet about it, our troop rolled right up with accoutrements in plain view.
"Right this way, please."
With the main dining area full of patrons, all heads turned.
"Wow, look at that..."
"It looks like the mafia room will be filling up now!"
We were led upstairs to a private dining room. We quickly cleared the wine glasses from the set table and positioned the fountain. Wait staff brought up pre-chilled pitchers of ice water along with a bucket of ice. Woo Hoo!
As the drinking commenced, we were lavished with an array of appetizers; consisting of:
Garlic flat bread. Imported Italian prosciutto and parmesan cheese. Fresh imported mozzarella, basil, tomato slices, extra virgin olive oil. Sautéed artichoke hearts, mushrooms. Cannellini beans, fresh sage. Large prawns, olive oil, fresh herbs & garlic.
Much drinking and revelry ensued. A main course of penne pasta in a gorgonzola cream sauce was brought out. We carried on until just after midnight. Earlier in the evening, the staff actually closed down the restaurant... as not to be interrupted by pesky paying customers whilst participating in our debauchery.
All this, and no bill at the end of the evening!
Nothing discreet about it, our troop rolled right up with accoutrements in plain view.
"Right this way, please."
With the main dining area full of patrons, all heads turned.
"Wow, look at that..."
"It looks like the mafia room will be filling up now!"
We were led upstairs to a private dining room. We quickly cleared the wine glasses from the set table and positioned the fountain. Wait staff brought up pre-chilled pitchers of ice water along with a bucket of ice. Woo Hoo!
As the drinking commenced, we were lavished with an array of appetizers; consisting of:
Garlic flat bread. Imported Italian prosciutto and parmesan cheese. Fresh imported mozzarella, basil, tomato slices, extra virgin olive oil. Sautéed artichoke hearts, mushrooms. Cannellini beans, fresh sage. Large prawns, olive oil, fresh herbs & garlic.
Much drinking and revelry ensued. A main course of penne pasta in a gorgonzola cream sauce was brought out. We carried on until just after midnight. Earlier in the evening, the staff actually closed down the restaurant... as not to be interrupted by pesky paying customers whilst participating in our debauchery.
All this, and no bill at the end of the evening!
Thanks for the invite. 
You're always busy, & You don't drink that black licorice tasting xit anymore. 
I didn't say I'd have shown up....
What 1900 said! Butt I invited no one. G&C invited his damn self, an Saucy Saucier went along for the ride.
You're on my list.
I'd be more pissed at General Scrapper, cuz I don't believe you even got a drunk dial. I know who did tho...
He knows better.
I've got to put your # in my phone. Then I'll be able to get Heady P. to drunk dial you.
Yeah, butt is he this kind of drunk dialer?
dumass.
Sorry... I made the call, but the voice you hear is not mine.
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