The Naked Party Thread

Status
Not open for further replies.
You just made my day. :kiss:



Well, if you're going to insult the guy attached to the thumbs operating your smartphone keyboard, I do mind! *raised eyebrow* Heh, get in the tub, silly. Like steve said, the more, the merrier. :)

*slides next to anna* Ok, I'll be nice to the guy operating my smartphone. ;) Say, while I'm here, let me get my thumbs working on those shoulders. :kiss:

HP, my lighting gear should be up there somewhere. Do watch the power cables though.
 
Thanks, says he, as he slides into the delightfully warm water, with delightful company.
Oh Ho!
Another photo opportunity.
Oh... my! Look at this, anna with three men in the hot tub! Who ever woulda thunk?

*slides next to anna* Ok, I'll be nice to the guy operating my smartphone. ;) Say, while I'm here, let me get my thumbs working on those shoulders. :kiss:

HP, my lighting gear should be up there somewhere. Do watch the power cables though.
Oh, yes, get those thumbs working on my shoulders. We know they won't be doing any damage there! :D
 
Oh... my! Look at this, anna with three men in the hot tub! Who ever woulda thunk?


Oh, yes, get those thumbs working on my shoulders. We know they won't be doing any damage there! :D

*moving thumbs in circles, inching them closer to the spine and a little lower.* No kidding! All knotted up back here. Just let me know if I'm hitting the spot. ;)

Rolf, glasses of spiked Apple cider all around. Happy Friday, everyone. Who has started on shopping yet?
 
Good morning everyone. Let me get the coffee brewing to cure any hangovers. :rolleyes: *tries to hide my own*

Up early and trying to research building a media center PC...........and watching Dr. Who clips.
 
Give 'em a try...damned good with eggs & coffee!

Hopefully they contain magical properties that make me get up and get stuff done. :rolleyes::)

I was never that fussed for grits. Cornbread and biscuits, however... *sigh*

When we went on holiday to the states, I fell in love with The Cracker Barrel, as a result of their biscuits. Nummy. :)

I've done grocery shopping, laundry, cleaned the kitchen... not to mention fielding several panicky calls from work. It appears the spit and toilet paper I applied to our disrupted systems is holding.

I feel like Scotty, without the dodgy accent... :D
 
I was never that fussed for grits. Cornbread and biscuits, however... *sigh*

When we went on holiday to the states, I fell in love with The Cracker Barrel, as a result of their biscuits. Nummy. :)

I've done grocery shopping, laundry, cleaned the kitchen... not to mention fielding several panicky calls from work. It appears the spit and toilet paper I applied to our disrupted systems is holding.

I feel like Scotty, without the dodgy accent... :D

Ah, me Bonny Lad, tha's a canny bloke, eh ?

Ah, Hrrrmmm.
Glass of something, Steve?
 
Heh. Indeed, HP. :)

Yeah. A nice long V&T would go down nicely, thanks. Join me in something...?

I'd be pleased to, thanks.
Rolf; a large, very cold Vodka & Tonic for my friend here; the Finnish Vodka, please,
not that French rubbish.
And a large single malt for me;
Thank you.

And, Bear, when you've eaten your grits (it sounds a sort of ghastly porridge) would you like a glass of Zin ?

Anyone else ??
 
And, Bear, when you've eaten your grits (it sounds a sort of ghastly porridge) would you like a glass of Zin ?

That's exactly what grits are (is...? Discuss...). *shudder*

Maybe 20 years ago, I spent a few months working away, darn sarf. I stayed Sunday to Thursday in a B&B and drove home at weekends. The landlady of the place I stayed in took a shining to me - she was a retired colonel's wife, with a voice that could fell an ox at thirty paces and a distinctly military bearing. This affection manifested itself in her sidling up to me one morning at breakast and whispering in what I imagine she thought was a sultry tone, "Don't tell the others, but I have a treat for you..."

Imagine my disappointment when she brought me a bowl of porridge - a substance I've loathed since my first exposure to it. But she was so pleased with her offering, so conspiratorial, that I didn't have the heart to tell her I found it loathesome. And had to eat it every morning for weeks as a result... :rolleyes:

I've just spent over three hours in the hospital with #1 son, whose attempt to hand someone off in rugby (no, it's not rude...) resulted in him bending his wrist much futher back than nature intended. Fortunately, it's only muscle and tendon damage, not a break...

Rolf. Something warming, if you please...
 
That's exactly what grits are (is...? Discuss...). *shudder*

I've just spent over three hours in the hospital with #1 son, whose attempt to hand someone off in rugby (no, it's not rude...) resulted in him bending his wrist much futher back than nature intended. Fortunately, it's only muscle and tendon damage, not a break...

Rolf. Something warming, if you please...


What not even Scots Porridge Oats, with treacle?
[I confess it's a while since I enjoyed that]
Sympathy for the "injured wrist" player.

As for something 'warming' I have a recipe here for some nice Possett, provided that Rolf has the iron good and hot. ;)
 
What not even Scots Porridge Oats, with treacle?
[I confess it's a while since I enjoyed that]
Sympathy for the "injured wrist" player.

As for something 'warming' I have a recipe here for some nice Possett, provided that Rolf has the iron good and hot. ;)

I seem to recall it's Olaf who has the red-hot poke 'er... ;)
 
I've never had grits Down South but I've had them in southern Africa with brown gravy. Top drawer!
If I'm loading up on empty carbs, I'll go for the gourmet poutine!

That's exactly what grits are (is...? Discuss...). *shudder*

Maybe 20 years ago, I spent a few months working away, darn sarf. I stayed Sunday to Thursday in a B&B and drove home at weekends. The landlady of the place I stayed in took a shining to me - she was a retired colonel's wife, with a voice that could fell an ox at thirty paces and a distinctly military bearing. This affection manifested itself in her sidling up to me one morning at breakast and whispering in what I imagine she thought was a sultry tone, "Don't tell the others, but I have a treat for you..."

Imagine my disappointment when she brought me a bowl of porridge - a substance I've loathed since my first exposure to it. But she was so pleased with her offering, so conspiratorial, that I didn't have the heart to tell her I found it loathesome. And had to eat it every morning for weeks as a result... :rolleyes:

I've just spent over three hours in the hospital with #1 son, whose attempt to hand someone off in rugby (no, it's not rude...) resulted in him bending his wrist much futher back than nature intended. Fortunately, it's only muscle and tendon damage, not a break...

Rolf. Something warming, if you please...
Ooh, that's not fair! You know I go all warm and melty at that accent.... *bats eyes*

Interestingly, I was involved in a rugby discussion over breakfast this morning. I hope #1 Son is doing well.

What not even Scots Porridge Oats, with treacle?
[I confess it's a while since I enjoyed that]
Sympathy for the "injured wrist" player.

As for something 'warming' I have a recipe here for some nice Possett, provided that Rolf has the iron good and hot. ;)
I had a lovely hot spiced cider mixed with rum last night at the company Christmas party. So, so good!
 
If I'm loading up on empty carbs, I'll go for the gourmet poutine!


Ooh, that's not fair! You know I go all warm and melty at that accent.... *bats eyes*

Interestingly, I was involved in a rugby discussion over breakfast this morning. I hope #1 Son is doing well.


I had a lovely hot spiced cider mixed with rum last night at the company Christmas party. So, so good!

Heh. Should I get all Dick Van Dyke on you...? ;)

He's fine. Sore, but looking forward to regaling the girls at school with tales of his heroism and derring-do. :rolleyes:

Sounds delicious. I hope you had a lovely time. And I'm sure you were the belle of the ball... :)
 
Status
Not open for further replies.
Back
Top