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SEPTEMBER 4, 2011 2:47PM

Another Party

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I'm having a party at my house. The video below was filmed there just recently. (As you can see, I am a lot shorter and pudgier than my avatar would indicate.)

 
All are welcome! If you have an OS account, you are invited. Just a few simple rules:
 
1)  Don't go into that closet unless you have a rope tied to you. We're still looking for Craig T. Nelson.
 
2)  Help yourself to anything in the fridge.  Except my bottle of Joint Juice.  I need that shit.
 
3)  Don't let the gray cat out or the black cat in.
 
4)  If you spill anything on my couch, I will have to kill you.
 
5)  There are three fish in my pond.  They'd better all be there tomorrow.
 
6)  If you do something really, really bad, there is a church right across the street.  It's Methodist, but that will do in a pinch.
 
7)  Fellas, put the seat down. 
 
8)  Personal grudges will be settled on the Twister mat.  
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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I wish I could. I'm mostly a good guest. Thanks for the invite.
Anyone who plays Sam Cooke must throw a great party!
(Does Joint Juice really work?) ~r
I've really been trying to avoid the Poltergeist Gang, sorry if I don't make it until they've crossed over. I really really dislike jello.
If I can't dump bourbon into the fish pond, I'm not coming.
1.stop looking...i mean, why the f. would anyone look?
2.do you have any hummus that is spicier than the usual?
3.what about the pink rabbit?
4. ok ok. put some plastic over it if you are gonna obsess.
5.fish i would only eat if you gave me some vodka. do not give me vodka, if you truly love your damn precious couch & fish...
6.so noted. i may need to talk to God in the morning. That's when He listens best, I have found.
7.i will sit for number 1, just to remind myself to do this.
Barry, please reconsider. At least come and take pictures!

Joan, Sam Cooke's voice has almost convinced me that God exists. (As for Joint Juice, I'm not really sure. It hasn't hurt. Has helped maybe a little.)

Oryoki, I know what you mean. We'll try to keep that to a minimum.

Procopius, my fish only drink the best. Make sure it's a good bottle

James, you certainly have a point about Rule #1. I just don't want Craig T. Nelson to come crashing through my ceiling covered in jello at an inopportune moment, so I would like to find him.
you're such a lovely diplomat, jeanette. :)
If the B-52's are there, so am I.
Now my wicked mind hears 'rope' and 'closets' and "don't go in there" and I leap to wondering if this is some wild sex party with the auto-erotic-choking games.....I'm scared.
Nelson was last reported to be having his own party,
with his golf buddies in Cali. The IRS is gonna get him ,
because he said in 09 he no longer will pay taxes. (wikipedia has a
brief article on him)

I hope the movie version of his hit show "coach" will come out soon.
albert finney will play the lead.
Keep the grey cat out of the fridge, got it, and the gin and juice out of the black cat, and, um, so we shouldn't go in the koi pond without a rope tied to us?
Candace, anything I can do to promote peace and harmony, especially if it involves a party...

Scarlett, yes! (It was my sophomore year of college, and they were having a big record sale at the Kent State student center. I didn't have much money, but had to buy Freedom of Choice by Devo and Wild Planet by the B-52s. Practically wore them both out.)

Just Thinking, hey, if that's the kind of thing you're into, don't let me stop you. ;-)

James, are you stalking Craig T. Nelson?
At first I thought joint juice was well like green brownies :)
I promise to abide by the rules and thanks for the invite..
nanatehay, I think that's close enough.

And maybe I'll just move the couch out to the front porch. And the refrigerator as well. This is Tennessee, after all.
Is there any ranch dressing in that refrigerator? It's not a party without ranch dressing.
Lunchlady2, I wish! The name is kind of silly, isn't it? Glad you could make it!
Mumbletypeg, this party is strictly BYORD. (Just keep it off the couch.)
Indeed, for a few minutes I stalked the great ACK-
tor
craig t..

that damn show of his, "coach", it was part of me for awhile,
and i admit i kinda laughed, especially cuz of dick van dyke's
brother in it...

anyway, i am fresh out of stalking victims.
next one should be dead.
maybe charles laughton?
Okay. Lucky I've got a new bottle.
Ha!
Yeah.....no.
Choking and erotic just don't go in the same sentence, in-my-humble-and-more-prudish-than-that opinion : )
Hey, you're the one who brought it up! Ropes and closets and all....
What is Joint Juice? Is it as much fun as it sounds?
Where are you going missy? If you're going out, then I'm not coming. What is Joint Juice? ...Wait, just googled, that doesn't look too good. Any Chex mix?
James, I think Laughton would make an excellent stalking victim. Good choice!

Mumbletypeg, bring it.

Just Thinking, I guess I am the one who brought it up! But prudes are welcome just the same.

Man Talk Now, unfortunately, no. It's glucosamine/chondroitin in liquid form. Supposed to be good for joint pain. But it does have a completely artificial orange-y flavor, which I guess could be mixed with vodka (which we need to keep away from James).
greenheron, I think there are two kinds of people in this world: Chex-Mix People and Non-Chex-Mix People. For the time being, I belong to the latter tribe, but maybe that's just because I've never had a good batch. You bring some and I promise to stick around and give it a try.
Can I bring my friend from Planet Claire? She has pink hair.
littlewillie, I hear that no one ever dies there and no one has a head!
Jeanette, I'm not much of a Chex mixer either. I was at an event yesterday where they had some, and it hasn't quite exited my mind yet. I'll consume almost anything salted or Dr. Bragged.
greenheron, salted things we got. I'll let you share my stash of Marcona almonds!
Jeanette,
A Twister mat. That is where it all should be settled. :)
Since other commenters have given shout-outs to Sam Cooke and the B-52s, I'll give one for the Beasties, as soon as I return from Paul's Boutique.
Diary, it was either that or Sumo wrestling. I think I chose wisely.

Cranky, we'll be here!
Jeanette- I am not a Chex Mix person, but I will be happy to selectively eat all the tiny salted pumpernickel rye crackers in it. Alternately, spicy sesame sticks good as well. I will sit with James, and keep him away from the vodka, if you need some for the Joint Juice. He and I can come up with some great fish tail tales. I think he was a poi gardener in his past life as a japanese man.
PeelingAnOrange, it took me a moment, and then I realized that the actress from Poltergeist is Zelda Rubenstein. And yes, she is pretty awesome!

Oryoki Bowl, thanks! That takes a load off my mind. You can definitely be my co-hostess!
Why would anyone go looking for Craig T Nelson, he of the idiotic remarks about welfare. I am still considering visiting you for real one day -- prepare thyself.
It's pretty rainy...what about all this mud on my shoes?
Tom, I don't want Craig crawling around inside my walls. He must be found!

Frank, it is pretty rainy here, isn't it? Just be sure and wipe your feet real good on the doormat.
Nice party. Btw, thanks for all the fish. (name that book).
LOL, I believe that's the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, which I've never read, but I know that line.

But, hey, what did you do with my fish?!?!?
Jeanette, correct. As to your fish, let's just say they won't be swimming with the fishes...
Nice place you have here, I promise to spill only on the Twister mat and occupants of it. If you do lose a fish you can have my vicious cat (who was somehow activated by that B-52's song), she'll protect you from Craig T Nelson.
I'll sit in the corner with greenheron and gush about how all things are better with Bragg's on it! Yay, another Bragg's fan.....it's a liquid salty something, better than tamari even, definitely better than soy sauce, for those wondering what it is...it makes everything, food-wise, taste better.
Jeanette, I spilled something on the couch 'cause I was being clawed big time by the gray cat which is a male and it wanted to go outside to see the black cat that I am figuring is a female. I would have hidden in the closet after the couch got messed up, but I saw that it was already filled to capacity by others who screwed up on the rules tonight!
Is throwing up in the fish pond what you'd consider "really, really bad"? Not that I intend to do that but I like to get my ducks in a row when I don't know the host very well.
Trudge, I just checked and the fish are all still there. But if they could talk, I'm sure they would have some good stories to tell!

l'Heure Bleue, thanks for being to thoughtful! Maybe I'll just cover the entire inside of the house in Twister mats. Craig T. Nelson seems to be gone now...I hope.

Just Thinking, I think you and greenheron will get along very well. I haven't had Bragg's in a long time - I may have to buy a bottle.

designanator? Why, officer, I've never heard of the guy. You say he was supposed to be here? No, I haven't seen him. (designanator, I hope you'll understand. It's a B&B Italia couch. And I did clearly specify...) :-)

Margaret, I would only consider that "really bad", not "really, really bad". (This fish might disagree, of course.) Let me know if you're feeling queasy, and I'll bring you some Pepto Bismol!

BTW, the party continues all day today, so feel free to stop on by all of you procrastinators!
I'm there! I especially loved Sam Cooke and the B-52's are a riot. Once I was camping on the southern Mexican coast and in the morning my buddy and I drove into this small coastal village for some breakfast. It was a beautiful, stereotypical Mexican village, until we parked across from the only restaurant and heard, blaring loudly through the open doors, "Rock Lobster!" ...Cracked us up!
Dicky, that's hilarious. Talk about your cognitive dissonance!

Think I'll add another Sam Cooke song to the mix...