sereneone4u
quod nutrit me destruit
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Alright, I've changed my mind. No movie tonight.
I think we need to have a dance party after dinner. Everybody report to the mess hall and I'll fire up the sound system. Brad has wired up all the lights and speakers, the forage parties have brought back lots of liquor and beer, and my industrial grade ice machine has literally tons of ice ready for making drinks.
First...what'll ya have? In another life, I was a hell of a bartender. Tell me what you ladies are having and I'll mix it up in a jif. Guys...beer's over there. No mixed drinks for you or intoxication; if the party goes well, I may send you all out on patrol or guard duty. You dig?
Second...get yer purty outfits on (or off) and get out on the floor and shake yer booties. Plenty of room, even for the men and the dragon if he folds his wings a little. Just watch out for the flames dripping from that dude. His halitosis has vaporized a couple trees today. LOL
Later on, I might administer some of the injections of the substance that I have discovered prevents zombie-ism. It also cures sleepwalking.
*blows dust off old Saturday Night Fever record*
I love to dance.

 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		
 
 
		 
 
		
 
 
		 
 
		
 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		