A-1 (imported) wrote: Tue Jan 01, 2008 8:59 am O.K., my friend, but GROUND yourself well. I wouldn't want a firey climax due to static to end your party prematurely... O.K.?

We'll be over around midnight to fire off the traditional shotguns just outside your bedroom window!:D

I'm going to drink tea and continue reading Wickford Point.

twaddler (imported) wrote: Tue Jan 01, 2008 4:07 pm I'm going to drink tea and continue reading Wickford Point.

I found it dull. Whisky helped make it bearable.... What kind of tea?

As a former altar boy who assisted at the special midnight new years mass and stayed overnight at the rectory due to the late hour, I don't recall Father Donaghy following those guidelines. If memory serves after mass was over the good father was well in to the brandy in no time and had a wild gleam in his eyes. So in viewing the events that followed that night thru the foggy mists of time, I feel safe in saying that his reckless disregard for proper church policy was at worst a one time aberration and for the good of all involved the less said the better. Just coincidentally I feel, the father was transferred to a small parish north of the bering straits only a few weeks later and never seen again in those parts to this day.

Yoli here,

I'm pleased to report that all of us survived our NYE bash. In fact, I was up early enough to make two posts here (two other forums,) with minimal spelling errors.

All went according to plan; Drinking, eating, swimming (heated pool, no swimsuits) good will, a few rounds of Twister (partially clad) and some folks even had secks. ( I did, with beloved Lady Ash[leigh] and Chief Eunuch Barry, but in private after the party wound down.) In fact, there was only one public "display", a BJ administered to a guy by his lady, and that was off in one corner of the huge back yard and not well-lighted at that.

The food was of the finger variety 'cept for menudo, the famous antidote for excessive drinking, and the liquids flowed freely.

Ash(leigh) is in the kitchen, ably assisted by Barry and one female guest, preparing a breakfast buffet for those that wish to partake. Eggs Benedict, an eggy breakfast casserole, grits (!!!), venison/wild hog sausage patties, bizkits, pastries, waffles, 'n juices.

Those still asleep are in for a "treat". The house has an intercom system (huge place and it comes in handy) and, when all is in readiness, foodwise, the morning calm will be shattered by a bugle recording of "First Call", and if no immediate response, then "Reveille" (reh-veh-lee). Remember that this house's absentee owner is an Armored Cavalry Lt. Col, US Army...soooo.

This is gonna be fun!!! If "Reveille" is ignored, then they'll get "Chow Call", then "Charge"...giggle.

The big NYDay meal will be at about 4PM...Mmmmmm.

Off to breakfast!

Yoli

Paolo wrote: Tue Jan 01, 2008 10:55 am

Just make sure the Altar Boys are in bed (alone!) at the proper time.

Ah yes! but the "ALTERED BOYS" stayed out all night long...

FianceeUvBigGuy (imported) wrote: Wed Jan 02, 2008 8:59 am Yoli here,

I'm pleased to report that all of us survived our NYE bash. In fact, I was up early enough to make two posts here (two other forums,) with minimal spelling errors.

All went according to plan; Drinking, eating, swimming (heated pool, no swimsuits) good will, a few rounds of Twister (partially clad) and some folks even had secks. ( I did, with beloved Lady Ash[leigh] and Chief Eunuch Barry, but in private after the party wound down.) In fact, there was only one public "display", a BJ administered to a guy by his lady, and that was off in one corner of the huge back yard and not well-lighted at that.

The food was of the finger variety 'cept for menudo, the famous antidote for excessive drinking, and the liquids flowed freely.

Ash(leigh) is in the kitchen, ably assisted by Barry and one female guest, preparing a breakfast buffet for those that wish to partake. Eggs Benedict, an eggy breakfast casserole, grits (!!!), venison/wild hog sausage patties, bizkits, pastries, waffles, 'n juices.

Those still asleep are in for a "treat". The house has an intercom system (huge place and it comes in handy) and, when all is in readiness, foodwise, the morning calm will be shattered by a bugle recording of "First Call", and if no immediate response, then "Reveille" (reh-veh-lee). Remember that this house's absentee owner is an Armored Cavalry Lt. Col, US Army...soooo.

This is gonna be fun!!! If "Reveille" is ignored, then they'll get "Chow Call", then "Charge"...giggle.

The big NYDay meal will be at about 4PM...Mmmmmm.

Off to breakfast!

Yoli

Hey Yoli!

...cabbage on the menu?

My NYE's passed unevental. I sipped Guinness, surfed the web for nude pix of Paolo and heard my neighbors fire off the guns in the sky.

Though...One New Year's Eve, I'd like to hear that the sky fired back at the neighbors.

Hey Yoli!

...cabbage on the menu?

Yoli, putting off eating for a while. Too much breakfast. (Worth it!)

Cabbage? Noooooo, no cabbage. One of the girls in the KKK makes excellent cabbage rolls and that's one of three ways I like cabbage. Another is a dab of sauerkraut with certain German cuisine. Still another is certain forms of Cole Slaw.

Now, I DO like Bok Choy (Chinese Cabbage) with a Chinese dinner...like at a buffet.

BTW, I carry a bottle of BEANO(TM) at all times. I don't care what anyone says, farting girls are NOT sexy. Of course, when I do allow a rectal zephyr to waft from my adorable 'lil pucker, it is redolent of roses.

Once upon a time I was on an elevator when someone released one so noxious as to nearly kill. Most on the 'vator though it must have come from one of the men on board.

I happened to be following a woman, maybe 50-ish, after she debarked with me and another passenger. She must have thought she was alone in that corridor 'cause she loosed a most audible "flutterblatt" and the deadly emission was exactly the same as the mystery fart on the elevator.

Ever the sweet 'lil thing, I gasped "I'm too young to die!", then slipped into a nearby office before she could even turn around, if she did at all.

I think I'd better go hunt up my BEANO(TM)...getting hungry and those Black-Eyed Peas...well.

Yoli

On a diet after tomorrow! Have added six pounds since T'giving.