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 Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2007 10:56 pm
plaidkitty0121 *high speed water meat to the back of the head* Don't worry Peacock, I got your back. LOL I am already frezzing kitty's bra. biggrin
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 12:47 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 6:08 pm
I got toilet paper! Who's house are we going to decorate?
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 7:37 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 8:53 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 9:11 pm
*Suddenly the lights go out. Sammy re-enters dressed in his Jack Jammies, and holding a flashlight under his face*
No slumber party is complete without a spooooky story. This is one which we shall all tell together.
I'm sure all you boils and ghouls know how this lil story round works. I will begin a story, and then pass the flashlight to another party gues (via the gift system), that poor soul will continue the story (about a paragraph's worth), and then pass it on again. No passing to your mules!
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This story begins neither long ago, nor far away. In our own town there lived a little boy, whom no one liked--not even his mommy and daddy....
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 9:15 pm
...his name was Sam Lavelle
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 9:19 pm
NO INTERUPTIONS!!!
Anyways. Everyone picked on this little boy at school, his teachers kept him after class for any reason. When he got home there was never any dinner waiting. On good nights his parents ignored him, but usually they screamed and threw him out of the house. This is why the boy spent nearly all his time at....
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 9:30 pm
...a strip club. Sure, the ladies there didn't wear much, but they were always happy to see him. They thought he was adorable and let him play at the foozball table in the lounge all night if he wanted. And the bartender let him snack on anything that had been under the heatlamp for more than a day.
Alas, this joy could not last forever, because...
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 8:22 pm
Jean-Paul ...a strip club. Sure, the ladies there didn't wear much, but they were always happy to see him. They thought he was adorable and let him play at the foozball table in the lounge all night if he wanted. And the bartender let him snack on anything that had been under the heatlamp for more than a day. Alas, this joy could not last forever, because... the heat lamp food was infected with "CHEMICAL X"...
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 9:22 pm
Lord Kuragari Jean-Paul ...a strip club. Sure, the ladies there didn't wear much, but they were always happy to see him. They thought he was adorable and let him play at the foozball table in the lounge all night if he wanted. And the bartender let him snack on anything that had been under the heatlamp for more than a day. Alas, this joy could not last forever, because... the heat lamp food was infected with "CHEMICAL X"... And the Chemical X turned him into a bueatiful princess. In strode his unicorn, named Walter wagging his his long soft tail all over his body, demanding that he jump on to Walter's back. ( Passing the torch to Plaid Kitty)
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 9:37 pm
Ooooo...this story is getting good. Where's the popcorn?
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 2:56 pm
Missy LIfe Ooooo...this story is getting good. Where's the popcorn? Here ya go. Would you like butter or cheese with that as well?
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 4:40 pm
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