You and I were both ready to open up a can of whoop ass that night.

Umm you were the bustier-wearing slut who was hitting on Mr. Babe**

How much did you pay him to keep the competition occupied?

I had to pay for his hotelroom, drinks, dinner and an extra $300.

I mean, what, how dare you accuse me of that!

(JG rises from "head" of table.)

DON CARDI: Don't take too long.

SC: He's clean, I frisked him...I've frisked a thousand young punks.



Signor V.

That girl had on a longline strapless bra and a pair of jeans. Do people actually walk around wearing their support garments as clothing???

You didn't like my loincloth?

You were playing pool with Mr. Babe then.

He had just come back from the bar at which SB saw some floozie (innocently) talking to Mr. Babe. SB's voice was approaching "MY CHEESECAKE IS FROZEN" level when she asked, "Who is that floozie hitting on my husband?" I was in between the two of them and worried that I'd get the sh*t kicked out of me when SB went ballistic on the ho. (I went and hid behind Beth - sometimes disgression is the better part of valor).

Where was I when that was going on..I'm assuming drinking but I had to have been doing something lol

Actually, you were on the couch with your back to this "flasher". She was sitting behind you. You were too busy showing Mrs. R. your room key.

Oh ok now I remember, I'm glad someone knew what I was doing that night

Edit: I figured if she didn't understand how her own room key worked she could have used mine for practice..

I was a perfect lady. I waited for Mr. Babe to go back to the pool table, and then I stuck her with one of the stirrers from Clydz.

So THAT'S why Mr. Babe said I should have paid for Mrs. R's dinner...

Yeah, you were trying all those "I'm innocent" stories and lines... I'm tellin' ya, you should've written down the pearls of wisdom that Mr. Babe was giving you that night. Great advice!!!

[quote=SC(I went and hid behind Beth - sometimes disgression is the better part of valor). [/quote]

Oh, THAT's what you were doing behind me.

As Beth pointed out, you could've taken your eye out with one of those things.

I remember a lot of what he said..or at least my version of what I remember that he said lol I wouldn't have been seriously trying to pick up Mrs. R with Mr. Babe right there..give me some credit. And besides Mr. Babe isn't a member of these boards, maybe we should ban him from coming next year ....

Oh, Oh, DMC, you SO didn't go there. Wait until I show him your post!

No way!! He's the life of the party! You'll just have to put your hormones in check for a few days!

*Praying Mr. Babe doesn't know which one DMC is*

I thought I was the life of the party

It's a pity the trains from New Brunswick don't run all night long. Sounds like I missed quite a floor show!

But DMC's new avatar is truly frightening. Reminds me of the look on my doctor's face when it's Prostate Exam time.

He's a very scary guy...

Signor V.

HAHAHAHAHA

It really is (a pity). This all happened no more than 15 minutes after you left.

Because he'd never guess from your avatar.

Many people would want me as their avatar, that couldn't possibly narrow it down

Whooooaaaaa! Oooooooohhhhhhhhh

Hey, Vitelli. That's very good. Did everyone hear Vitelli? The guy's got balls. See, Vitelli's got balls. He's a good kid.

You going to take that? This Vitelli's got big balls. I can't believe this shit. Can you believe this?

Tommy! Ehh, err, I mean PB, You gonna take that?










You gonna let him talk to like that Tommy, eh, errr I mean PB?

Mr. Babe got hit on? Where was I? I don't remember that. I'll blame it on that glass of wine I drank while I ate my purple mashed potatoes.

SC and Mr. Babe were getting hit on. DMC was hitting on Mrs. Babe. Mrs. Babe was ready to hit on the ho with her puppies hanging out. It was a regular Peyton Place.

I didn't buy THAT much wine....I'm getting the idea that you guys knocked off what was about a glass each in about the first minute you were there