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                           WHOSE LINE IS IT ANYWAY?
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                                 PARTY QUIRKS
                                  (Part One)
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Game:    Party Quirks
Players: Mochrie, Slattery, Vranch
Quirks:  Mochrie is obsessed with blankets, and Vranch was jilted by his
         significant other

<Slattery> MY FIRST PARTY, OH DEAR, I'VE NEVER HOSTED A COME AS A COMPUTER
           TERMINAL PARTY...DRINKS, TWIGLETS, WHERE HAS ALL MY BLOODY
           FURNITURE GONE??!!!!"
<Mochrie>  <DING DONG>
<Slattery> WELL THE PARTY HAS STARTED, OH THERE'S MY FIRST GUEST! HELLO
           COLIN, HOW ARE YOU?
<Mochrie>  HEY THERE TONY! WHAT A GREAT PARTY! CAN I GO UP TO YOUR BEDROOM?

<Vranch>   LOL...that's such a Tony thing to say!

<Slattery> WE USUALLY LEAVE THAT TILL LATER, BUT IF YOU WANT WE COULD.
<Mochrie>  NO. I JUST WANNA BE ALONE.

<Vranch>   Hee hee hee...that sounds *so* bad!
<Mochrie>  I know!
<Vranch>   Okay, it's late, my brain is mush. I take everything as
           innuendo! :)

<Mochrie>  WOW! WHAT A COMFORTER! COULD I TAKE IT HOME WITH ME?
<Slattery> ARE YOU VERY TIRED?
<Mochrie>  NOT REALLY.
<Vranch>   <DING DONG>
<Slattery> OH HANG ON, ANOTHER GUEST, COME ON IN!
<Vranch>   HI TONY!
<Slattery> Hi RICHARD, SURPRISED TO SEE/HEAR YOU HERE!
<Vranch>   HOW DARE SHE?!
<Mochrie>  WHAT A GREAT PARTY!
<Slattery> UMMMM....
<Mochrie>  NICE TO MEET YOU, RICHARD!
<Vranch>   AND CLIVE OF ALL PEOPLE! NICE? YOU AS WELL?
<Slattery> HUH? WHO INVITED HIM?
<Mochrie>  SAY, TONY. CAN I TAKE YOUR COMFORTER HOME WITH ME?
<Slattery> WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO TO IT?
<Mochrie>  JUST SIT IN FRONT OF THE FIRE WITH IT. MMMM....COZY.

<Vranch>   Oh my god! This just reminds me of the ep when jim was in love
           with the carpet!
<Slattery> I assume a comforter is what we call a doona? Hehe.
<Vranch>   "I just look at it and i think *shag*!"...LOL

<Mochrie>  YOU DON'T MIND IF I SUCK MY THUMB?
<Slattery> A BIG QUILT THING -- ARE YOU A BABY?
<Mochrie>  NO.
<Slattery> ????

<Vranch>   What's a doona?  is that like a duvet?

<Slattery> A BED? WHAT'S A DUVET?
<Mochrie>  I LOVE YOUR THING THAT COVERS YOUR BED.
<Slattery> OH, MY DOONA? :) ARE YOU A BEDSPREAD?
<Mochrie>  NO, I'M NOT ONE...BUT...       
<Slattery> A MATTRESS?
<Vranch>   AND SO SUDDENLY! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT - WITH CLIVE OF ALL PEOPLE!
           AND JOHN SESSIONS!
<Slattery> WOULD TONY SLEEP ON YOU??? (Now there's aleading question!...
           ROFL)
<Mochrie>  I LOVE YOUR BEDSPREAD!! DO YOU HAVE ANY MORE OF THEM. I REALLY
           NEED THEM.
<Slattery> RICHARD, I'M SORRY ABOUT THE AFFAIR, THAT BALD HEAD, JOHN'S 
           SMARMY GRIN...WHAT COULD I DO?
<Slattery> UUUMH, IN LOVE WITH SHEETS, DOONAS, COMFORTERS, WORK IN A 
           MATRESS STORE?

<Mochrie>  Yes!!!!!!
<Vranch>   So close! He's obsessed with blankets.

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Game:    Party Quirks
Players: Dean, EstenC, McShaneM, Mochrie, She-Ryan
Quirks:  EstenC speaks in words of increasing length, McShaneM is a radio
         DJ, Mochrie is the host of a cookery program, and She-Ryan is a
         kindergarten teacher

<Dean>     WELL, EVERYTHINGS SET UP FOR MY PARTY -- TWIGLETS, TOUPEE, WHOSE
           LINE VIDEOS...ALL I NEED ARE GUESTS!
<EstenC>   <DING DONG>
<Dean>     I'LL PUT ON MY GREG PROOPS GLASSES AND SEE WHO IT IS...COME IN!
           AH CHIP, GOOD TO SEE YOU! FANCY A TWIGLET?
<EstenC>   THIS PARTY REALLY ROCKING! DO YOU HAVE ROLLS?
<Dean>     SURE IS, YOU OLD ROCK STAR!
<EstenC>   I AM THE ROCK RULER!
<Dean>     ARE YOU PERFORMING TONIGHT?
<EstenC>   I GO OUT FROM EIGHT TONITE.
<Dean>     HAS TO MENTION ROCK AND ROLL IN EVERY SENTENCE? OK, CHIP IS A
           50'S ROCK AND ROLL FREAK?
<EstenC>   DO YOU HAVE BROWN COLOUR BRITISH TWIGLETS?

<McShaneM> Hmm...
<She-Ryan> Not even close, o sick one!
<McShaneM> It's a real toughie!
<She-Ryan> Great one mark!
<Mochrie>  Amazing!!
<McShaneM> You have a quick mind Mark!

<Dean>     WELL, IT DOESNT HELP ME MUCH! SURE, I ONLY EAT BRITISH TWIGLETS.
<EstenC>   YA GOT GOOD MUSIC?
<Dean>     SURE, WHO DO U LIKE?
<McShaneM> <DING DONG>
<Dean>     SORRY, ELVIS? I MUST GET THE DOOR...
<EstenC>   IF THE BELL RINGS, ANSWER QUICKLY - DOORBELL!
<Dean>     COME IN MIKE!
<McShaneM> HI, I'M MIKE McSHANE, AND IT'S 7:37 PM.
<Dean>     GOOD TO SEE YOU, TALKING CLOCK!
<McShaneM> HA HA, VERY FUNNY.  WHERE'S YOUR CD PLAYER?
<Dean>     HE'S A RADIO DISC JOCKEY!
<EstenC>   THE AC-DC SOUND REALLY SCREAMS!

* McShaneM leaves.

<She-Ryan> Very nicely done! Now just do that with Mark! :)

<EstenC>   YOU HAVE OTHER GUESTS ARRIVED?
<Dean>     NO YOU'RE ENOUGH ALL BY YOURSELF.
<Mochrie>  <DING DONG>
<Dean>     SORRY I MUST GET THE DOOR. AH COLIN.
<Mochrie>  HI THERE, DEAN. NICE TO SEE YOU.
<Dean>     GOOD TO SEE YOU.
<Mochrie>  DO YOU HAVE ANY TWIGLETS?
<EstenC>   HAS THAT GUEST EXITED?
<Dean>     DO YOU KNOW CHIP? HIS BRAIN WAS AFFECTED BY DRUGS IN THE 60'S...
           SURE, HERES SOME TWIGLETS, COL.
<Mochrie>  SAY, WHAT TYPE OF WINE ARE YOU SERVING?
<Dean>     NEW ZEALAND CHARDONNAY.
<EstenC>   I AM THE ONLY OTHER PERSON MAJORLY PARTYING.
<Mochrie>  OH, YOU SILLY BOY. EVERYONE KNOWS THAT WITH TWIGLETS, A FINE
           BEAUJOLAIS GOES WITH IT. DO YOU KNOW NOTHING?
<Dean>     OH I DISAGREE, POMPOUS WINE CRITIC.

<McShaneM> LOL!
<She-Ryan> I thought that went with baby, Moch! :)

<Mochrie>  OH, AND I KNOW A SPECIAL DIP THAT WOULD GO LOVELY WITH THOSE
           TWIGLETS.
<Dean>     MOCH IS A GASTRONOME?

<She-Ryan> Um.....
<McShaneM> And that would be... ?

<Mochrie>  YOU'LL NEED A CUP OF SOUR CREAM, A TABLESPOON OF CHIVES, AND A
           LIGHT SPRINKLING OF LEMON JUICE.
<EstenC>   EN ZED WINE DRINK, TASTES SIMILAR STAGNANT DISGUSTIN' DRAINWATER.
<Dean>     MOCH IS SOMEONE WHO'S AN EXPERT ON GOOD EATING.
<Mochrie>  MIX THEM CAREFULLY, AND LET CHILL FOR AN HOUR...
<EstenC>   RECIPES SWAPPING?
<Mochrie>  NOW, HERE IS SOME DIP THAT I PREPARED EARLIER...

<McShaneM> LOL!

<Dean>     CHEF? MAITRE 'D?
<EstenC>   DIP THAT BICKY, BUDSKI!
<Mochrie>  NOW, LAST TIME WE PREPARED A SUCKLING PIG WITH A LIGHT CHESTNUT 
           DRESSING.
<Dean>     CHIP, YOU'VE STUMPED ME!
<Mochrie>  AND NEXT WEEK WE WILL BE PREPARING GREEN BEANS ALMONDINE, WITH
           TRUFFLES AND RICH BUTTER SCONES.

<McShaneM> You're close with Moch though...yummm....

<Dean>     HOST OF A COOKING SHOW?

<She-Ryan> Buzzzzzz!
<Mochrie>  Yes! You've got it!

* Mochrie leaves.

<EstenC>   IS THE RING AGAIN, PERSON ENTERIN'!
<She-Ryan> <DING DONG>
<Dean>     AS TONY WOULD SAY... OH F*** OFF! HULLO ASHLEY COME IN!
<She-Ryan> WHY, GOOD AFTERNOON BOYS AND...BOY! :) NOW, NOW DEAN, REMEMBER
           TO USE YOUR INDOOR VOICE PLEASE! AND NO WORDY-DIRTYS!
<Mochrie>  LOL

<Dean>     HAVE ANY OF MY CHIP GUESSES BEEN CLOSE?
<McShaneM> Nope!
<Mochrie>  Not one.
<McShaneM> :-)

<She-Ryan> AND LET'S PUT THAT SUCKLING PIG AWAY, PLEASE. SNACK TIME WILL
           BE LATER:)
<EstenC>   I AM THE ONLY GUEST AROUND. BEDROOM PARTYING, PARTYHOST?
           REGARDLESS, CONTINUEING CONVERSATION LONESOMEFULLY.
<Mochrie>  ROTFL!
<Dean>     THANKS FOR COMING, YOU KINDERGARTEN TEACHER.

<Mochrie>  You are unreal!!
<She-Ryan> Dang! I always get guessed! Mark, that is amazing!
<Mochrie>  Wordy-dirtys?!
<She-Ryan> Hehe! :)
<Dean>     Sorry Mark, put me out of my misery.
<She-Ryan> OK, how about a clue?
<Mochrie>  Is there anything unusual about each of his sentences...
<Dean>     Woteva it is its obviously very good...
<McShaneM> Look at the last one especially...
<She-Ryan> *LOOK* at the words.....
<McShaneM> It's more obvious there...
<She-Ryan> Really look at them.....
<Mochrie>  Look at each word...carefully...

<EstenC>   TRY CLUE, AGAIN PLEASE?

* She-Ryan resumes being the teacher

<She-Ryan> NOW BOYS, WE'RE GOING TO PRACTICE *COUNTING* ...1, 2, 3, 4, 5,
           6, 7.......

* Mochrie prepares some gingersnap cookies and chocolate eclairs.

<She-Ryan> SAY IT WITH MS. COOK!
<Dean>     EACH WORD HAS TO BE ONE LETTER MORE THAN THE ONE ABOVE!
<EstenC>   IF THE SIZE LOOKS REALLY STRANGE, THERE'RE REASONED!

<McShaneM> Yup!!!
<She-Ryan> Eureka!
<Mochrie>  He's got it!!!
<She-Ryan> Didn't he do an amazing job?
<Mochrie>  Incredible!!
<EstenC>   Yeah!
<McShaneM> Most of them used real words and everything :-) That was awesome!
<She-Ryan> Really great job Mark! :)

* Mochrie is so impressed with Mark's verbal skills.

<Dean>     Yes, very good Mark!
<EstenC>   I had to make up a few for longer sentences... to make it a
           little more obvious! That would never work on the show, though!
<McShaneM> Yeah, that was a good thing to do.
<She-Ryan> You did wonderfully!
<Mochrie>  You betcha
<Dean>     Oh yeah, it was real obvious!
<Mochrie>  Hee hee hee.
<EstenC>   Thanks!

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Game:    Party Quirks
Players: EstenC, Izzard, McShaneM, Mochrie, PeterCook, PMerton
Quirks:  EstenC thinks Izzard is his dog, McShaneM is a character from
         The Simpsons, Mochrie is a human thesaurus, PeterCook thinks
         he's John Sessions, and PMerton is a nun

<EstenC>    <DING DONG>
<Izzard>    WHY HELLO MARK!
<EstenC>    YOU WANT TO GO FOR A WALK? I DON'T KNOW WHY I'M ASKING YOU,
            YOU CANNOT REALLY TALK...WHY NOT BE REAL GOOD, GO DOWN THERE
            AND SIT...
<Izzard>    ARE YOU THE DOG-WALKER?
<EstenC>    IF YOU BEG FOR ONE, I WILL GIVE YOU A TWIGLET...
<Izzard>    UH... OK THEN... CAN WE GO FOR A WALK MASTER?

<PeterCook> OK, he's got it!
<EstenC>    Bzzz?
<Mochrie>   Yup.

<McShaneM>  <DING DONG>
<Izzard>    WHY, THERE'S ANOTHER GUEST... HELLO THERE!
<McShaneM>  HEY, SORRY I'M LATE, I WAS WORKING LATE AT THE PLANT.
<Izzard>    THAT'S OK, COME IN PLEASE, HAVE SOME DOGGIE BISCUITS...
<McShaneM>  MMM.... DOGGIE BISCUITS...
<Izzard>    HEY HOMER, HOW'VE U BEEN?
<McShaneM>  D'OH!

* McShaneM leaves.
* EstenC leaves half an hour too late...

<PeterCook> Oh too good!

<Mochrie>   <DING DONG>
<Izzard>    GREAT ANOTHER GUEST! 
<Mochrie>   HI THERE IZZ!
<Izzard>    COME IN COME IN! THIS PARTY'S GETTING WARMED UP... (EVEN THO
            TWO PEOPLE JUST LEFT)
<Mochrie>   OH THAT'S FINE. THAT'S DANDY, THAT'S NEATO-KEEN. DO YOU HAVE
            ANY TWIGLETS?

<PeterCook> Haha!
<PMerton>   LOL!

<Izzard>    UH, THE 60'S SLANG THEME PARTY WAS YESTERDAY... I GUESS THAT'S
            MY FAULT, BEING SQUARE AN ALL...
<Mochrie>   AND NOW, IN A FEAT OF INCREDIBLE PRESTIDIGITATION, I WILL MAKE
            THE BOWL OF SAVOURY FLOUR SNACKS VANISH WITHOUT A TRACE...<GULP>
<Izzard>    OK... 
<PMerton>   :D
<Mochrie>   DELICIOUS...TASTY...MMMM
<Izzard>    WHY, U SPEAK LIKE DON KING... HMM...HMMM...
<Mochrie>   I COULD DO WITH A GLASS OF WINE, A GOBLET OF FERMENTED GRAPES,
            A CHALICE OF LIQUID REFRESHMENT OF AN ALCOHOLIC NATURE...
<PMerton>   <DING DONG>
<Izzard>    ARE U BACCHUS, THE GOD WHO EATS TOO MUCH AND DRINKS WINE?

* Izzard scratches his head.

<Mochrie>   OH, MAKE HASTE, HIGH-TAIL IT TO THE DOOR, HURRY UP AND GREET
            THE GUEST ALREADY!
<PMerton>   <DING DONG>
<Izzard>    OH BOY ANOTHER GUEST!
<PMerton>   BLESS YOU MY SON.  IT'S COLD OUT THERE!
<Izzard>    YOUR WELCOME MOTHER... HOW ARE ALL THE OTHER SISTERS DOWN AT
            THE CONVENT?

* PMerton leaves in haste.

<McShaneM>  That was fast...rockin' party kirk, inviting a nun!

<PeterCook> <DING DONG>
<Mochrie>   I MUST SAY, YOU SURE KNOW HOW TO THROW, NAY, HURL, A PARTY OF
            INTENSE PROPORTIONS!
<Izzard>    HEH, OH BOY ANOTHER GUEST...
<PeterCook> WELL, I DONT USUALLY ATTEND PARTIES UNLESS THEYRE CONNECTED TO
            AWARD CEREMONIES AND I'M WINNING AN AWARD. U GOT ANY TV CAMERAS
            HERE? OR MIRRORS?
<Mochrie>   I SAY, OLD MAN, OLD CHAP, OLD MALE, OLD ...
<Izzard>    HMM... WHICH STUCK UP HOLLYWOOD STAR COULD HE BE...OH BOY...
<PeterCook> HOLLYWOOD? FAR TOO DOWNMARKET FOR ME! I GO FOR THE BEST
            LITREATURE...WHEN I PLAY AUTHORS.
<Mochrie>   COULD YOU PUT OUT SOME MORE TWIGLETS, MORE SAVOURY SNACKS, MORE 
            MARMITE-COVERED TREATS?
<PeterCook> I THINK YOU'RE NOT PAYING ENOUGH ATTENTION TO ME!
<Izzard>    OH, HELLO JONATHAN...
<PeterCook> NOW WHICH ACCENT SHALL I PUT ON...
<Izzard>    D'OH!

* PeterCook grins smugly.

<PMerton>   LOL - I actually had Emile's and Dean's quirks mixed up!  :)

<Izzard>    WHY IT'S THE ONLY SCOTTISH ACTOR ON EARTH WHO COULD OVERACT ON
            AN IMPROV SHOW!
<Mochrie>   DO I DETECT AN AIR OF SMARMINESS, OF POMPOSITY, OF ARROGANCE,
            AN AURA OF AN ABSOLUTE GIT, DWEEB, MORON, TWIT, TWAT, KNUCKLE
            HEAD OR NUMBSKULL?

* PeterCook leaves.

<Izzard>    YOU USE TOO MANY ADJECTIVES.. MY HEAD HURTS...

* Izzard is absolutely perplexed.

<Mochrie>   THE BELL WON'T RING ANY MORE. NO TINTINNABULATION WILL BE
            AURALIZED TILL YOUR NEXT GATHERING OF A FESTIVE NATURE.
<Izzard>    YOU SOUND LIKE MY PSYCHOLOGIST...

<PMerton>   ROTFL!

<Izzard>    YOU GO OUT OF YOUR WAY TO USE LARGE WORDS!
<Mochrie>   COME ON, LET IT OUT, EXPOUND, SPILL YOUR GUTS...
<Izzard>    YOU USE OBSCURE WORDS!
<Mochrie>   NO MORE PEOPLE COMING? WHAT A SHAME! DARN! NUTS! AW!!!
<Izzard>    ACK... 
<Mochrie>   IT'S DIFFICULT, TOUGH, HARD...
<Izzard>    WOW, HE SURE USES A LOT OF WORDS THAT MEAN THE SAME THING!
<Mochrie>   SHA-WING! HOORAY! YESS!

<McShaneM>  LOL!
<PeterCook> And that would be in a...

* Izzard collapses.

<McShaneM>  Is that close enough? That was a hint, not the solution.

* Izzard gets up.

<Mochrie>   CONTINUE, GO ON, ELABORATE, ELUCIDATE...

<EstenC>    Why not go for a walk, amble, trip, perambulation, wander,
            step, foot patrol, and think about it...

<Izzard>    YOU SURE YOU'RE NOT DON KING?
<Mochrie>   HEY! NO HELP! NO AID! NO ASSISTANCE!
<Izzard>    OH, YOU'RE A WALKING THESAURUS!

<PeterCook> Yay!!
<PMerton>   Yea!!!
<Mochrie>   Finally!
<PeterCook> Got there!
<Mochrie>   About time!

* Izzard collapses.

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Game:    Party Quirks
Players: AshleyRya, JLoa, McShaneM, Mochrie, Schroeder 
Quirks:  AshleyRya is the world's stupidest person, JLoa is giving tours
         of Schroeder's house, McShaneM is afraid of liquids, and Mochrie
         mentions a colour in every sentence

<Schroeder> AH, YES... WELCOME TO MY "BE LIKE CLIVE" PARTY, WHERE WE USE
            HIS CLICHE'S AND REPEAT OURSELVES OVER AND OVER!...AH, YES...
            WELCOME TO MY "BE LIKE CLIVE" PARTY, WHERE WE USE HIS CLICHE'S
            AND REPEAT OURSELVES OVER AND OVER!... AH, YES... WELCOME TO MY
            "BE LIKE CLIVE" PARTY, WHERE WE USE HIS CLICHE'S AND REPEAT
            OURSELVES OVER AND OVER!...I THINK I HEAR SOMEONE...
<AshleyRya> DING DONG
<Schroeder> WHY HELLO ASH, DO COME IN... JOLLY GOOD...WHY HELLO ASH, DO COME
            IN... JOLLY GOOD...
<AshleyRya> I MEAN DING DING.....OR DONG DONG.....UM....UM, HELLO THERE
            MISTER SIR. MY NAME IS...UM....WAIT, DON'T TELL ME!....IT STARTS
            WITH AN "L" ....OR IS IT A "Q"...I GET THOSE TWO CONFUSED!
<Schroeder> WELL U CERTAINLY ARE FORGETFUL... WOULD U LIKE SOMETHING TO
            DRINK?
<AshleyRya> LYDIA! THAT'S IT.....AND YOU ARE?? SOMEONE.......CAN I HAVE A
            DRINK? I'D LIKE SOMETHING WET AND DRINKABLE. YES, I LIKE DRINKS.
            HEHE, ::TITTER::
<Schroeder> U ARE QUITE INDECISIVE... HERE'S A DRINK I CALL BLOODY AMNESIAC
            DRUNK???
<AshleyRya> LA LA LA...WHAT DOES THAT MEAN????? WHERE'S BLOOD!!!?? I DON'T
            LIKE BLOOD.....
<Schroeder> ...
<AshleyRya> BLOOD....EW...ICKKY!
<Schroeder> WHY LITTLE GIRL, PERHAPS YOU'D LIKE A SCOTCH INSTEAD...
<AshleyRya> ICKY....YUCK.......DUCK....HEHEE! THEY RHYME! I'M NOT A LITTLE
            GIRL! I'M.....WAIT.....UM....IT'S A NUMBER......
<JLoa>      DING DONG
<AshleyRya> LET ME JUST REMOVE MY SHOES.....

<McShaneM>  LOL
<Schroeder> ...
<Mochrie>   X-D

* AshleyRya removes her shoes and starts to count...

<JLoa>      DING DONG
<AshleyRya> WAIT! I RAN OUT OF TOES!

<McShaneM>  Oh my god, they killed Mochrie...
<JLoa>      Those bastards ... oops, sorry :)
<Mochrie>   I'm almost dying with laughter!

<AshleyRya> I GOT TO 25 AND THERE WERE NO MORE LEFT!
<Schroeder> KINDERGARTENER... HOLD ON LET ME GET THE DOOR...TODDLER? 
<JLoa>      HELLO THERE, DO YOU MIND IF WE JUST COME THROUGH HERE?

<Mochrie>   .......Heeheehee

<AshleyRya> I'M 45...I THINK.....
<Schroeder> NO COME RIGHT IN, WATCH THE 45 YEAR OLD DUMMY?
<JLoa>      I'LL TAKE THAT AS PERMISSION, THANK YOU VERY MUCH!

* JLoa turns around and speaks loudly.

<JLoa>      HELLO, IF YOU'LL ALL JUST CROWD IN HERE PLEASE.
<Schroeder> EXCUSE ME, THERE SHALL BE NO TOUR OF MY HOUSE... 

* JLoa exits stage right :)

<AshleyRya> I'M HERE!! HI! MY NAME'S....UM.......MAN, I HAD IT A MINUTE AGO!
<JLoa>      OH, VERY WELL, WE'LL TOUR THE HOUSE NEXT DOOR...
<McShaneM>  DING DONG
<Schroeder> OH, U MUST ME ROB? I RECOGNIZE THE INTELLIGENCE...LITTLE CLIVE?
<McShaneM>  DING DONG
<Schroeder> OH NEVERMIND... >:) I THINK I'LL JUST GET THE DOOR...
<AshleyRya> I'M NOT BIG....LITTLE.....THE SMALL  ONE......
<Schroeder> WAIT, TRY SOME DIP KRISTIN! ER... RENEE! HMM, I THOUGHT I JUST
            OPENED THE DOOR...
<McShaneM>  OK, I'LL SAY 'HI' TO YOU THEN :-)
<Schroeder> OK... 
<AshleyRya> HAVE I BEEN GUESSED? BUZZZZZZZZZZZZ TA TA HELLO....BYE

* AshleyRya exits through the window

<Schroeder> I SAID U WERE ROB DIDN'T I?
<McShaneM>  DING DONG
<Schroeder> HELLO MIKE FOR THE SECOND TIME...
<McShaneM>  HEY, THANKS FOR INVITING ME!
<Schroeder> NO PROB...
<McShaneM>  DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING TO EAT?
<Schroeder> LIKE WHAT?
<McShaneM>  I DON'T KNOW, TWIGLETS OR SOMETHING?
<Schroeder> NOPE, SORRY... HOW BOUT A BOWL OF WOOD SPLINTERS INSTEAD,
            THEY'RE TASTIER...
<McShaneM>  SOUNDS GOOD, IS THAT THEM OVER THERE... NEXT TO THE... DRINKS...
<Schroeder> NO, OVER THERE NEXT TO THE PORK JUICE... ARE U HERE FOR THE
            CONVENTION?
<McShaneM>  NO, JUST FOR THE PARTY.  UMM... COULD YOU MAYBE GO AND GET ME
            SOME OF THOSE SPLINTERS, I CAN'T REALLY GO THERE...
<Schroeder> WHY? 
<McShaneM>  UM... I DON'T LIKE WHAT'S OVER THERE NEXT TO THEM. <GULP> IN
            FACT, I'M GONNA GO OVER TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ROOM.

* McShaneM looks around frantically.

<McShaneM>  IS THAT RAIN I HEAR?
<Schroeder> ARE U AFRAID OF SOMETHING?
<McShaneM>  I KNEW I SHOULDN'T HAVE COME, NOW I MAY NEED TO STAY THE NIGHT!
            40% CHANCE MY BUTT

<AshleyRya> Hehe!
<Ashdown>   LOL!

<McShaneM>  YEAH, I'M JUST GONNA STEP AWAY FROM THE WINDOW...
<Schroeder> I DON'T THINK SO... MR. WEATHERMAN-FRAID OF TWIGLETS-OPEN
            PLACES...
<McShaneM>  YOU KNOW I'M NOT A WEATHERMAN! I REALLY WANT SOME OF THOSE
            SPLINTERS THOUGH!
<Schroeder> SURE, HERE YOU GO, WATCH OUT FOR THE OUTLET ON THE WALL OVER
            THERE...MR. FRAID OF LIGHTNING...(?)
<McShaneM>  LIGHTNING IS OK, SO IS THUNDER.
<Schroeder> !@#$&*!
<McShaneM>  YOU DON'T HAVE A BATHROOM DO YOU?  THOSE ARE FULL OF DANGER.
<Schroeder> YOUR AFRAID OF WATER!
<McShaneM>  I'D GET SOME SPLINTERS, BUT THEY'RE NEXT TO THE DRINKS, SO I
            CAN'T...
<Mochrie>   <DING DONG>

* McShaneM leaves.
* Schroeder shakes head...

<Mochrie>   <DING DONG>
<Schroeder> DO I HEAR SUMONE ELSE?
<Schroeder> I HOPE SO...
<Schroeder> COME ON IN EMILE...
<Mochrie>   HI THERE KIRK! BOY, IT'S NOT GREAT OUT THERE. I'VE NEVER SEEN
            THE SKY SO GREY.
<Schroeder> YEP, ITS ONE OF THOSE DAYS... WHAT CAN I GETCHA...
<Mochrie>   OOH...SOME WINE, MAYBE -- RED OR WHITE, IT DOESN'T MATTER TO ME.
<Schroeder> DON'T HAVE WINE, ANYTHING ELSE?
<Mochrie>   THAT'S OKAY...HEY I GOT SOME GREAT NEWS! MY BUSINESS IS BACK IN
            THE BLACK!

<McShaneM>  This is the most unaccomodating host i've ever seen, no twiglets,
            no wine...

<Schroeder> THAT'S GREAT TO HEAR, INDEPENDANT GRAPE GROWER-WINE MAKER TYPE
            PERSON!
<Mochrie>   SAY, I LOVE YOUR DECOR...ORANGE AND PURPLE STRIPED WALLPAPER
            REALLY GIVE THIS PLACE A FESTIVE AIR...
<Schroeder> YES, I PARTICULARLY LIKE THE FUSHCIA AND MAGENTA, MENTIONS-A-
            COLOR-IN-EVERY-SENTENCE BOY...
<Mochrie>   HEE HEE...I REMEMBER THE WORDS OF CON-FUSCHIA-US...I'LL BE GOING
            NOW...

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Game:    Party Quirks
Players: Dr_Nick, Gregario, Mochrie, Sharilyn, TCS, Toksvig
Quirks:  Dr_Nick is an astronaut, Gregario is a professor, Sharilyn thinks
         that it's her house, TCS is a French maid, and Toksvig is a drill
         sergeant

<Mochrie>  OH DEAR, I'M TERRIBLY NERVOUS. I'VE NEVER ORGANIZED A "PEOPLE
           WHO LOOK LIKE THEIR PET" PARTY. GOT SOME SNACKS, DRINKS, ALL I
           NEED NOW ARE GUESTS...
<Dr_Nick>  <DING DONG>
<Mochrie>  OH I'LL GET THAT...OH, I'M THE ONLY ONE HERE...HI NICK!
<Dr_Nick>  HELLO... I'VE ENTERED THE APARTMENT, IT LOOKS FIT FOR HUMAN
           HABITATION.
<Mochrie>  WELL, IT SHOULD BE. AFTER ALL, I DO HABIT THIS APARTMENT..HA
           HA...
<Dr_Nick>  ROGER.
<Mochrie>  RIGHT...ROGER YOURSELF.
<Dr_Nick>  DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING TO DRINK, LIKE TANG?
<Mochrie>  WHY NO, MISTER ASTRONAUT, SIR.

* Dr_Nick floats away.

<TCS>      LOL! I don't know about Canada, but in England, roger means
           something else!
<Dr_Nick>  Tash: can't be sex related, Brits never think of sex!
<TCS>      Well, I'm sure a Brit would die laughing at "roger yourself!"
<`Rob>     You're really bad Tashia!!!!! If he could roger himself, he'd
           never leave the house!!
<Mochrie>  Rob! :-P
<Dr_Nick>  Oh my...
<Mochrie>  Me and my innocent vulgar mouth!

<Mochrie>  WELL, THIS PARTY'S OFF TO A ROUSING START. HARK! DO I HEAR THE
           DOORBELL?
<Gregario> <DING DONG>
<Mochrie>  OH, SORRY TO KEEP YOU WAITING, GREG. THIS IS A WILD PARTY...
           THERE'S JUST THE TWO OF US HERE NOW, BUT...
<Gregario> WORKING HARD, EMILE?
<Mochrie>  KEEPIN' MYSELF BUSY. WHAT'S NEW WITH YOU?
<Gregario> OH, JUST HAVE THE "RED PEN" OUT TONIGHT.  THOUGHT I SHOULD "TEST"
           THE WATERS SO TO SPEAK.
<Mochrie>  WELCOME GRADE SCHOOL TEACHER.

<Gregario> Ahh, close enough...professor.

<Sharilyn> <DING DONG>
<Mochrie>  WELCOME SHARILYN!
<Sharilyn> WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?? HOW DID YOU GET IN?
<Mochrie>  WELL, THIS *IS* MY HOUSE, NOT *YOURS*, YOU KNOW!

<Sharilyn> Well, that went fast. =)
<TCS>      LOL!
<Dr_Nick>  Poor Sharilyn.

* Sharilyn hangs her head in shame. =)

<TCS>      <DING DONG>
<Mochrie>  <SMOOCH> NICE TO SEE YOU, TASH! WELCOME, WELCOME, WELCOME!
<TCS>      BONJOUR, EMILE.
<Mochrie>  BONJOUR, MADAMOISELLE!
<TCS>      EXCUSEZ-MOI, I MUST PICK OFF THE FLUFF FROM ZE SHIRT, PERHAPS
           IT'S FROM YOUR DOG?
<Mochrie>  WHY, I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO HAVE A FRENCH MAID!

* TCS zips out of the room!

<Mochrie>  What can I say, I'm on a roll!
<Sharilyn> You're the Ryan of PQ!

<Toksvig>  <DING DONG>
<Mochrie>  HELLO SANDI, WELCOME TO MY PARTY!
<Toksvig>  YOU THINK THIS PLACE IS READY FOR INSPECTION?
<Mochrie>  WELL, I JUST HAD IT INSPECTED LAST WEEK.
<Toksvig>  STAND UP STRAIGHT, MISTER.  BE PROUD!
<Mochrie>  NO! I WILL NOT BE TREATED LIKE I'M IN THE ARMY, MR. DRILL
           SERGEANT, SIR!

* Toksvig turns smartly and leaves.
* Mochrie beams with pride!

<TCS>      Wow!
<Dr_Nick>  Yay!
<TCS>      I don't think Emile should be host anymore, he's too good!
<Mochrie>  Neither do I, Tash!
<Sharilyn> I think more time went into prep for that than into the whole
           game. =)
<Mochrie>  Hmmm...how come I can do this so easily and yet be terrible at
           Press Conference?!

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Game:    Party Quirks
Players: Ashdown, Kirk, LoriV, Nick-o, PeterCook, Siobhan, Toksvig
Quirks:  Kirk is a French executioner, LoriV is terribly indecisive,
         Nick-o is an army sergeant, PeterCook is a teen going through
         puberty, Siobhan is a penis, and Toksvig can't remember the
         host.

<Ashdown>   I HOPE MY NEXT GUEST ARRIVES, I'M KINDA LONELY HERE...MY
            DOORBELL MUST HAVE BROKE, I'D BETTER FIX IT FAST.

* Ashdown quickly rewires the doorbell.

<Ashdown>   THAT'S BETTER!
<Kirk>      <DING DONG>
<Kirk>      OCH, ALLO ASHIE, HOW SHELL VEE DO EET TOODAY?

<PeterCook> LOL!

<Ashdown>   LET ME THINK ABOUT THAT FOR AWHILE, IN THE MEANTIME,
            A DRINK?
<Kirk>      I 'AVE SUM RROPE... VEE CUD YOOZ ZAT TREE, LOOKS ZTURDY 
            NO!?

<Siobhan>   LOL!!

<Kirk>      OOH POOHAPZ YOOO FEEL LIUHK BARBEEKUE?
<Ashdown>   YUP, PRETTY STURDY, YOU GERMAN NAZI HITLER TYPE PERSON.
<Kirk>      HMMPH, GERMAN? NO, I CUM FROM ZE LAND OF LOVE... HOW 
            'BOUT UN FIUHRING RRANGE? LETHUHL EENJECTION? CASTRATIUHN?
<Ashdown>   NOT TODAY YOU FRENCH EXCUCUTIONER.
<Kirk>      AU REVOIR...

* Kirk leaves.

<LoriV>     <DING DONG>
<Ashdown>   HEY LORI, GLAD YOU COULD MAKE IT!
<LoriV>     I'M GLAD TOO...WELL, I GUESS I AM...
<Ashdown>   WOULD YOU LIKE TO COME INSIDE?
<LoriV>     MAYBE....OKAY...NO I WON'T...YES...I WILL...SHOULD I?
<Ashdown>   YOU'RE SO INDECISIVE LORI!

* LoriV leaves.

<Nick-o>    <DING DONG>
<Ashdown>   ALL MY GUESTS ARE LEAVING! IS IT SOMETHING I SAID? OH, HEY NICK!
<Nick-o>    THESE QUARTERS ARE A PIGSTY!
<Ashdown>   THIS ISN'T AN ARMY PARTY I'M AFRAID!
<Nick-o>    WELL DROP AND GIVE ME 50 ANYWAY!

* Nick-o leaves.

<Siobhan>   LOL!!
<PeterCook> Oh, very good........

<PeterCook> <DING DONG>
<Ashdown>   NICE TO SEE YOU AGAIN!! COME ON IN!
<PeterCook> GOOD TO SEE YOU, YOURE VERY NICE...AAAH! CAN'T EAT THAT, IT
            MAKES MY FACE BREAK OUT!
<Ashdown>   YOU ALLERGIC TO SOMETHING?
<PeterCook> NO.

<Siobhan>   LOL!!

<Ashdown>   JUST CHECKING, WOULDN'T WANT YOU TO GET SICK WOULD I?
<PeterCook> HEY WANT TO SEE THE HAIR ON MY CHEST? I COUNTED FIVE LAST NIGHT!
<Ashdown>   NOT ANOTHER PUBUSCENT TEEN!

* PeterCook leaves.

<Siobhan>   <DING DONG>
<Ashdown>   ERIN, COME IN COME IN!

<Siobhan>   Erin??
<Ashdown>   Ok, sorry!

<Siobhan>   OH, YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE THE NIGHT I HAD...
<Ashdown>   REALLY, WOULD YOU LIKE TO TELL ME ABOUT IT?
<Siobhan>   OKAY... I SPEND ALL DAY LYING DOWN CUZ I'M TIRED, RIGHT?
<Ashdown>   RIGHT! AND...?
<Siobhan>   THEN THE MOMENT I GET SOME ENERGY, I GET A PLASTIC BAG SHOVED
            OVER MY HEAD...

<PeterCook> LOL!!
<EWagner>   LOL!!

<Siobhan>   I'M FORCED INTO A DARK ROOM AND AM MADE TO DO PUSH-UPS TILL I
            PUKE!

<Toksvig>   How annoying for you, Sio.
<Siobhan>   LOL!!

<Ashdown>   I CAN SEE HOW THAT WOULD BE UPSETTING. ARE YOU A NEW RECRUIT?
<Siobhan>   WHAT DO YOU THINK OF MY NEW DRESS? IT'S FROM A NEW DESIGNER...
            GUESS WHAT HIS NAME IS!!!
<Ashdown>   IT'S LOVELY...HOW ABOUT U TELL ME.
<Siobhan>   THE DESIGNER'S NAME IS TROJAN!
<Ashdown>   ARE YOU A PENIS?
<Siobhan>   YEP!!!

* Ashdown is blushing!
* Siobhan leaves.
* Siobhan laughs cuz of embarassment! :)

<PeterCook> Very clever Siobhan!
<Siobhan>   Thanks...  :)
<Ashdown>   Plastic bag!! LOL!!!

<Toksvig>   <DING DONG>
<Ashdown>   WELL, COME IN SANDI!
<Toksvig>   HELLO.  ER, YES.  HELLO...
<Ashdown>   WOULD YOU LIKE TO COME IN?
<Toksvig>   YES, THANK YOU, ER...ISN'T THERE ANYONE ELSE HERE TO ASK, I
            MEAN, TALK TO?
<Ashdown>   NO, SORRY, EVERYONE LEFT. PERHAPS YOU CAN ASK ME.
<Toksvig>   OH, NO.  NOT IMPORTANT.  AND HOW IS YOUR LOVELY...WIFE? UM,
            YOU HAVE CHILDREN, DON'T YOU?
<Ashdown>   I HAVE A LOVELY WIFE AND TWO LOVELY CHILDREN!
<Toksvig>   AH OF COURSE, I KNEW THAT.  REALLY. AND YOU'RE HAVING THIS
            PARTY BECAUSE...?
<Ashdown>   NO PARICULAR REASON. AND YOU'RE ASKING BECAUSE....
<Toksvig>   WELL, NO REASON.  IT WAS JUST THAT THE LAST TIME I SAW YOU, I
            HAVE SEEN YOU BEFORE, HAVEN'T I?
<Ashdown>   YOU SOME SORT OF COP?
<Toksvig>   NO.
<Ashdown>   GOOD.
<Toksvig>   CAN YOU TELL ME, EXACTLY, WHY YOU INVITED *ME*? IF YOU COULD
            JUST REMIND ME WHERE WE MET...
<Ashdown>   WOULD YOU LIKE A DRINK? YOU'RE AMNESIAC?
<Toksvig>   YES, PLEASE. SOMETHING TO JOG MY MEMORY, IF YOU CAN.

* Toksvig leaves with relief.

<Toksvig>   Close enough.  I can't remember the host.
<Nick-o>    LOL!!
<LoriV>     LOL!!
<PeterCook> hehe

* Ashdown sighs with relief.

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Game:    Party Quirks
Players: Brady, Bremner, BSherwood, GProops, LoriV, McShane, Mochrie,
         Philamena
Quirks:  Brady is a Christmas tree, Bremner is a Furby, BSherwood is one
         of the Wise Men, GProops is The Grinch, LoriV is McShane's biggest
         fan, Mochrie is a turkey about to be killed for Christmas dinner,
         and Philamena is a mall Santa Claus at the end of his rope.

<McShane>   I'M SO NERVOUS... I DO HOPE MY TWIGLET CRUNCH COOKIES ARE A
            HIT...

<Bremner>   LOL!

<Bremner>   <DING DONG!>
<McShane>   OH, COME IN! GLAD YOU COULD MAKE IT!
<Bremner>   GZURPH NHA!
<McShane>   UM, YEAH!
<Bremner>   GURBNY ME LUURE.

* Bremner blinks his plastic eyes.

<McShane>   YOU HAVE THE PRETTIEST PLASTIC EYES!

<Mochrie>   Hehe!

<Bremner>   THRANKI MNU! PRETTY EYE.
<McShane>   YOU'RE WELCOME, PLEASE HELP YOURSELF TO SOME SNACKS!
<Bremner>   SNACK NACK NACK NACK!
<McShane>   ???

<Mochrie>   LOL!
<GProops>   LOL!

* Bremner thinks he dug himself into a hole.

<McShane>   HOW ARE YOU, YOU OLD CORPSE YOU? TRAPPED IN A COFFIN?
<Bremner>   DUNNNNTTTTTT YUH WAAANMT TOO BUYY MEE...

* Bremner makes a mechanical whirr...

<BSherwood> <KNOCK KNOCK!>
<McShane>   GO AHEAD AND SNACK, LET ME GET THE DOOR... HELLO!
<Bremner>   HELLO ELLO ELLO HELLO!
<BSherwood> I FOLLOWED THE STAR....
<Bremner>   OOD NIIGHT...
<McShane>   DO YOU HAVE GOLD, FRANKENCENSE OR MYRRH FOR ME?
<BSherwood> I DON'T BELIEVE IT!

<LoriV>     Hehe!
<BSherwood> Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
<Mochrie>   Wow!! Good one, Nick!

* BSherwood leaves.
* GProops knocks on the door.

<Bremner>   MURRRRR MURRRRRRRR URRRRRR!
<McShane>   OH GOOD, I'M STUCK HERE WITH SOME MECHANICAL PARROT LIKE THING!
            ARE YOU DATA WITH A MALFUNCTION?
<Bremner>   PARROT! PARROT! I WANT A CARROT!

<Mochrie>   LOL!

* Bremner blinks his plastic eyes.
* GProops rings the doorbell.

<Bremner>   I LUUUUV YUU...
<McShane>   YOU'RE A DOLL? LET ME PULL YOUR STRING!

<Philamena> Oh! He's close!!
<Mochrie>   Oh so close, Nick!

<McShane>   YOU'RE A BARGAIN BIN DOLL?
<Bremner>   WAIT ON LINE FOOOORRRRRR MEEEEE!!! EE! EE! LA LA LA!
<McShane>   YOU'RE A DOLL WITH AOL? YOU'RE A TELETUBBY?

<audience>  Hahaha!
<Mochrie>   LOLOLOLOL!
<Philamena> ROTF!
<Mochrie>   Nick!!!! :) ROTFLMAO!
<audience>  LOL!!!

* Bremner used the New Yorker version, "on line," instead of "in line,"
  which is correct for everyone else.

<Philamena> Oh I think he's basically got it....
<DeanPlays> Serves ya right for getting me too quick :)
<McShane>   Heh heh
<Mochrie>   Think we should give it to him?
<Philamena> Yes!
<Bremner>   Yea...he's come closer and closer...
<McShane>   What were you going for?

* Bremner is a Furby!
* GProops rings the bell again.

<McShane>   AH...OH PLEASE COME IN, I WAS HAVING AN ENGROSSING CONVERSATION
            WITH A FURBY!

<Mochrie>   LOL!

<GProops>   GET OUT OF MY WAY!
<McShane>   OK. YOU HEARD ABOUT MY COOKIES, HUH?
<GProops>   I'M TAKING THAT TREE, AND ALL THE PRESENTS!

<Philamena> LOL!
<DeanPlays> LOL!
<audience>  How cute!

<McShane>   I SURE HOPE YOUR HEART GROWS 3 SIZES TODAY!

<LoriV>     LOL!
<Mochrie>   LOL!
<Jessie>    *LOL*
<Philamena> HAHA!
<Mochrie>   I think he's got it!

<GProops>   YOU'RE A WHOSE LINE FAN, THIS MUST BE WHOVILLE!
<McShane>   ARE YOU CINDY LOU WHOSER? (WHO WAS JUST BARELY TWO-SER?)

* GProops goes and sits down.
* LoriV rings the bell.

<Mochrie>   RITAL ... Rolling In The Aisles Laughing! I'm RITALin!
<DeanPlays> That's a new one, Moch!
<Mochrie>   Mmm hmm! I made it up!
<Bremner>   LOL! Moch aye!

<McShane>   HELLO, COME IN!
<LoriV>     HI!

* LoriV smiles at Nick.
* McShane smiles back.

<LoriV>     I KNOW WE DID THIS ALREADY, BUT CAN I SHAKE YOUR HAND AGAIN?
<McShane>   UM, OK.
<LoriV>     DO YOU REMEMBER ME FROM LAST TIME?

<Philamena> Hehehe!
<Brady>     *lol*

<McShane>   ARE YOU HAVING DEJA VU?
<LoriV>     SEE THIS PIECE OF PAPER? YOU DROPPED IT LAST MONTH AND I'VE
            HAD IT IN A BOX EVER SINCE!

<Bremner>   RITALin!
<Philamena> LOL!
<Mochrie>   RITAL!
<Brady>     LOL!
<GProops>   LOL! RITALin!!!

<McShane>   OH, YOU MUST BE A FAN OF MINE!

<Bremner>   RITAL!
<DeanPlays> LOL! Lori, you're too much!
<Philamena> YAY!

* LoriV sits down.
* Mochrie rings the doorbell.

<McShane>   AT LAST, SOMEONE NORMAL...(WISHFUL THINKING!) PLEASE COME
            IN, MOCH!
<Mochrie>   HEY NICK! HOW ARE Y.....DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT!

<DeanPlays> LOL!

<McShane>   FEELING PARANOID?
<Mochrie>   HOW COULD YOU!! AFTER ALL I'VE DONE FOR YOU! AND THIS IS THE
            THANKS I GET?!?!
<McShane>   LOOK, JUST COME IN, HAVE SOME SPRAY CHEESE ON A CRACKER AND
            HAVE FUN, MAN!

<GProops>   LOL!

<Mochrie>   OH, YA...HAVE FUN, YOU SAY!! THAT'S EASY FOR YOU TO SAY!!! I
            BET YOU'RE GONNA SAY I'M GONNA HAVE A "HOT" TIME TONIGHT, EH?!
<McShane>   LOOK, IF IT'S ABOUT BURNING YOUR HOUSE DOWN, I'M REALLY SORRY,
            IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!

<Philamena> Tee hee!
<DeanPlays> ROFLMAO!
<GProops>   LOL!!
<Philamena> LOL!
<DeanPlays> Emile, you are so funny! :) I wish I could see you. This
            would be a great visual quirk for someone like Colin! :)
<Bremner>   For Ryan! RITAL!

<Mochrie>   AND WHAT'S THIS?! YOU BETTER HAVE AN EXPLANATION FOR THIS BOWL
            OF BREAD CRUMBS AND STUFF, ME LADDO!
<McShane>   YOU KNOW HANSEL AND GRETEL?
<Mochrie>   AND I SUPPOSE YOU'RE GONNA STICK IT WHERE THE SUN DON'T SHINE,
            EH BOY-O?

<McShane>   Whoah!!
<Philamena> ROTFLMAO!

* Bremner thinks whatever Emile's quirk is, it's a Canadian version!

<GProops>   Yipe!
<audience>  ???
<Brady>     LOL Emile!!
<Bremner>   Eep...

* audience gasps at Mochrie's language! :-)

<Mochrie>   WELL? WHAT D'YA HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF?
<McShane>   WANT SOME OATMEAL?
<Mochrie>   DON'T DENY IT! I SEE THAT AXE IN YOUR POCKET! AND I'M *NOT*
            GLAD TO SEE IT!

<DeanPlays> I can't wait to see how this works out! :)
<Philamena> ROTFL!
<Brady>     LOL Emile, we have corrupted the boy ... sometimes! :)

<McShane>   YOU'RE A WITCH, I'M A WOODCUTTER!

<LoriV>     LOL!
<GProops>   LOL!

* Brady grins ... always knew you had it in you Emile! :)

<Philamena> Oh this is too funny!
<LoriV>     This is like when Colin said "Mo Fo"! :)
<Brady>     I know Lori!!!

<Mochrie>   YA, A LIKELY STORY! YOU RAISED ME FROM A LITTLE FLEDGLING!!
            HOW COULD YOU, YOU HEARTLESS BASTARD!!!

* DeanPlays wipes the tears from his eyes!
* Philamena is crying here!
* Brady is losing it now! :)

<DeanPlays> ROFLMAO!!
<GProops>   RITAL!!!
<Mochrie>   I'm going all the way!!! :-)
<GProops>   Do it, Emile!
<Bremner>   LOL!

<McShane>   MMM... I COULD GO FOR A PORK ROAST RIGHT ABOUT NOW!

<Bremner>   Soooooooo close!
<DeanPlays> Ooohh close! 

<McShane>   OR MAYBE LAMB CHOPS!
<Mochrie>   MY MOTHER WOULD BE TURNING IN YOUR STOMACH!

<Bremner>   Closer...
<LoriV>     Ewww!
<GProops>   LOL!

<McShane>   OR A HAMBURGER!
<Mochrie>   GET THAT BASTER AWAY FROM ME!!

* Brady groans ... Nick, read what he called himself! Gee! :)
* GProops can't stop laughing!

<Bremner>   LOL!
<McShane>   What did he call himself again?
<Bremner>   Fledgling!
<Brady>     Thank you Brem.
<Mochrie>   It should be abundantly clear now! :)

<McShane>   YOU'RE SO FOWL! YOU OLD CHICKEN YOU!

* GProops groans at the pun!

<DeanPlays> Hehe!
<LoriV>     More festive than that.
<GProops>   So close!
<Brady>     *rolls eyes* Does he get it for that?

<Mochrie>   OH SURE, SURE! CUT ME DOWN IN MY PRIME OF LIFE. LOOK AT YOU,
            GETTING READY TO *GOBBLE* ME DOWN!
<McShane>   MMMM.... TURRRRRKEEEEYYYY!

<GProops>   Yay!
<DeanPlays> Yes!
<Brady>     Finally! He got it! Whoo!
<DeanPlays> Wooooooooooohooooooooooooooo!
<McShane>   Whew!
<audience>  That was great!
<DeanPlays> A Christmas turkey getting the chop...Emile, that was VERY
            well done matey! :)

* Mochrie collapses on the floor in hysterics and struggles to the door!
* Philamena rings the bell.

<McShane>   COME IN!
<Philamena> BEFORE I COME IN CAN I ASK A QUESTION?
<McShane>   SURE!
<Philamena> ARE THERE ANY KIDS HERE?
<McShane>   <LOOKS AROUND> NOPE.
<Philamena> OK, GOOD.

* Philamena stomps into the house.

<McShane>   GOOD THING I GOT THE FLOOR REINFORCED!

<LoriV>     LOL!

<Philamena> HEY, WHY ARE YOU PULLING ON MY BEARD?
<McShane>   JUST WANTED TO SEE IF IT WAS REAL, SANTA!

<Philamena> YAY NICK!!!

* Brady rings the doorbell.

<McShane>   OH, COME IN!
<Brady>     HI THERE ... OH DAMN, SORRY, I'M MAKING A MESS OF YOUR FLOOR.
            OH IT'S GREEN CARPET, YOU WON'T NOTICE. AS LONG AS YOU DON'T
            STEP ON ANYTHING. ANYWAY ... ARE WE GOING TO DO ANYTHING REALLY
            EXCITING TODAY? CAUSE I KNOW I GOT THE BALLS FOR IT ... DON'T
            KNOW IF YOU DO BUT I DEFINITELY DO!
<McShane>   YEAH, THAT'S WHY I WENT FOR THE GREEN.. HIDES EVERYTHING!
<Brady>     GOOD IDEA ... JUST DON'T STEP ON ANY, THAT COULD HURT ... UMM,
            I KNOW THIS IS GOING TO SOUND WEIRD, BUT I NEED A GLASS OF
            WATER ... AND AN OUTLET ...

<Bremner>   LOL!

<McShane>   OK...
<Brady>     BELIEVE ME, I'LL LIGHT UP THIS PARTY LIKE NOTHING!

<audience>  How festive all these are! :-)
<Mochrie>   Picking up on a theme here?

<McShane>   OH GOOD, I NEEDED A CHRISTMAS TREE!

<LoriV>     LOL!
<Philamena> YES!!
<MrsHugh>   Hehehehe!
<LoriV>     YAY!
<McShane>   Whoa, that was hard!
<DeanPlays> Well done Nick! :)
<McShane>   Thanks guys, that was fun!

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Game:    Party Quirks
Players: JudgeGwen, Maruyama, McShane, Mochrie, MrsTony, Sessions, SToksvig
Quirks:  JudgeGwen is the Godfather, Maruyama is a banner ad at the top of
         a web page, McShane is some who's expecting a surprise party and
         gets angry when he finds out there isn't one, Mochrie mentions an
         innuendo in every sentence, Sessions is a town cryer, and SToksvig
         is a new mother with a screaming baby.

* MrsTony opens door.

<MrsTony>   HELLO!
<JudgeGwen> HELLO!
<MrsTony>   COME RIGHT IN.....WE HAVE TONS OF TWIGLETS....

* JudgeGwen holds out her hand waiting for her ring to be kissed.

<MrsTony>   SORRY....I'M NOT CATHOLIC!
<JudgeGwen> OK I'LL TRY YOUR TWIGLETS, BUT ONE DAY I MAY ASK A FAVOUR IN
            RETURN.
<MrsTony>   ALRIGHT.............WHAT FAVOUR?
<JudgeGwen> AH I DON'T KNOW YET BUT WHEN THAT DAY COMES....ARE YOU COMING
            TO MY DAUGHTER'S WEDDING??
<MrsTony>   YOU'RE........CINDERELLA'S MUM?

<JudgeGwen> LOL!
<Mochrie>   Heh!
<CliveMode> Noooo! :)
<SToksvig>  :o)

<MrsTony>   SLEEPING BEAUTY I MEAN.
<JudgeGwen> I'M BRINGING IN THE FIVE FAMILIES OF NEW YORK TO THE WEDDING...
            WE WILL TRY AND MAKE PEACE.
<MrsTony>   YOU'RE THE GODFATHER!

* MrsTony is slow tonight.
* SToksvig applauds.

<JudgeGwen>  Yes!
<Mochrie>   <whoop whoop whoop!>
<SToksvig>  :)
<McShane>   Heh heh!
<CliveMode> Bzzzzz... dingdong!

* MrsTony opens door.

<MrsTony>   HELLO!
<Maruyama>  HEY, GREAT TO BE HERE.  WHO'S SPONSORING THIS PARTY?
<MrsTony>   COCA-COLA, WHO ELSE?
<Maruyama>  Y'KNOW, YOU CAN FIND BOOKS ON HOW TO THROW A PARTY ON AMAZON.COM!
<MrsTony>   YOU SOUND LIKE MY GEOCITIES PAGE....

<CliveMode> LOL!
<Mochrie>   Hehe!
<SToksvig>  :)

<Maruyama>  BUT THIS PARTY *IS* A COMMUNITY, LIKE GEOCITIES: FREE HOMEPAGES
            AND E-MAIL!
<MrsTony>   HAVE A TWIGLET....THEY'RE MY SPONSER AS WELL!
<Maruyama>  GREAT MUSIC, TOO - HAVE YOU BEEN TO CDNOW YET?
<MrsTony>   YOU'RE A BANNER AD AT THE TOP OF A WEB PAGE!

<Maruyama>  Yay!
<Sessions>  LOL!
<Mochrie>   Woo woo woo!
<SToksvig>  Whoo hoo!
<CliveMode> Yes... bzzzzzzzzzzzzz... dingdong!

* MrsTony opens door.

<McShane>   HEY <looks around> I HOPE I'M NOT TOO EARLY.
<MrsTony>   NO, NO...PLENTY OF FOOD LEFT....DO COME IN.
<McShane>   THAT'S ODD, I DON'T SEE ANYONE AROUND... <speaking more loudly>
            I'M JUST GOING TO GO INTO THE KITCHEN...

<JudgeGwen> LOL!

<MrsTony>   WELL...IT'S EARLY IN THE EVENING.....THE KITCHEN IS A LOVELY
            PLACE...
<McShane>   OK, I'M BACK.... LET ME SEE YOUR CLOSET
<MrsTony>   WHY, ARE YOU SEARCHING MY HOUSE?
<McShane>   <yelling> I'M OPENING THE DOOR NOW...LOOK OUT...HMM...NOTHING!

* Maruyama is LOLing!

<MrsTony>   ARE YOU EXPECTING MY HOUSE TO BE BOOBY-TRAPPED?
<McShane>   OK, I NEED TO USE THE BATHROOM
<JudgeGwen> SIMON!
<McShane>   I'M COMINGGG IN NOWWWWW!

<Maruyama>  Hehe!
<JudgeGwen> ROTF!!
<CliveMode> Where is Simon? :)

<MrsTony>   YOU'RE A BAD HORROR FILM AREN'T YOU.....AND YOU'RE LETTING THE
            KILLER KNOW WHERE YOU ARE.

<McShane>   ARGH!
<Sessions>  LOL!
<SToksvig>  :)

<McShane>   I DON'T GET IT... I GUESS YOUR BEDROOM IS THE ONLY OTHER
            PLACE...COME ON, STOP PULLING MY CHAIN, IT'S GOT TO BE YOUR
            BEDROOM!
<MrsTony>   OH! YOU'RE EXPECTING A SURPRISE PARTY!

<Sessions>  Yay!
<Mochrie>   Woo! Woo! Woo!
<GaryGary>  LOL!
<JudgeGwen> LOL!

<McShane>   YOU MEAN IT'S NOT??  BITCH!
<MrsTony>   HEHEHEHE, SORRY! :)

<McShane>   I was supposed to get angry.
<MrsTony>   Ah....
<Sessions>  Hahaha
<SToksvig>  ;)

<CliveMode> Bzzzzz... dingdong.

* MrsTony opens door.

<MrsTony>   GREETINGS!
<Mochrie>   HEY THERE SAM! WOW! YOU LOOK HOT TONIGHT!

* CliveMode laughs at Emile. (I'm sorry dear!)

<MrsTony>   OH, YOU FLIRT YOU! COME IN AND HAVE A BANANA.

<CliveMode> Sama!!!! :)

* MrsTony giggles.
* JudgeGwen guffaws.

<Mochrie>   THANKS...BOY, THOSE DECORATIONS ARE GREAT! YOU'VE GOT SUCH
            TALENT. YOU MUST REALLY USE YOUR HEAD!
<MrsTony>   THANK YOU.......I LOVE COMPLIMENTS SO KEEP 'EM COMING :)
<Mochrie>   ARE OTHER PEOPLE GOING TO COME TO THIS PARTY?

<Maruyama>  LOL!
<CliveMode> Hehehehehe!

* CliveMode tries to control her laughter!
* Maruyama think Sam is purposely not going to guess just so Emile can pay
  her more compliments.

<MrsTony>   THEY SHOULD BE....SEVERAL PEOPLE ARE HERE...THE DRUNK LOUNGE
            SINGER IS FUN....
<Mochrie>   OH, I'LL BET HE IS!
<MrsTony>   YOU KNOW IT! ;)

<Maruyama>  And he bought his leisure suit on eBay. ;-)

<Mochrie>   HEY, IS THAT SHAG CARPET NEW? I DON'T REMEMBER SEEING IT BEFORE!
<MrsTony>   I LOVE SHAG CARPETS....THE NAME IS SO APPROPRIATE.......

<JudgeGwen> ROTF!
<McShane>   Heh heh!

* CliveMode is now laughing uncontrollably.

<Mochrie>   YOU FEISTY VIXEN YOU!
<MrsTony>   ARE YOU HITTING ON ME? BECAUSE ITS WORKING ;)

<GaryGary>  LOL!
<Mochrie>   LOL!

<Mochrie>   WOULD YA LIKE THAT?
<MrsTony>   YOU KNOW IT, BABY 
<Mochrie>   OHHHHH, YEAH!

* Mochrie is drawing a blank here...
* MrsTony is too.....

<CliveMode> Keep going...at it :)

<MrsTony>   WOULD YOU LIKE A DRINK?
<Mochrie>   SURE...OH DEAR, IT'S NEARLY SEX O'CLOCK....
<MrsTony>   YOU MEN ARE ALL ALIKE....YOU'VE ONLY GOT ONE THING ON YOUR MIND.
            THANKFULLY, I DO TOO :)

<JudgeGwen> Tee hee hee Sam!
<GaryGary>  That's getting close!

<Mochrie>   COME ON! LET'S DANCE! COME ON!!!
<MrsTony>   HORIZONTALLY OR VERTICALLY?

<JudgeGwen> ROTFL!!

<Mochrie>   WHICHEVER WAY PRESSES YOUR BUTTONS. VERY NICE BUTTONS I MIGHT
            ADD! CAN I PRESS THEM?
<MrsTony>   IF YOU WANT TO! :) YOU'RE TRYING TO CHAT ME UP AND THEN SEDUCE
            ME!

<GaryGary>  Sam is doing the same quirk as Emile :)
<JudgeGwen> LOL!!!!

<Mochrie>   OH NAUGHTY GIRL! I LIKE THEM NAUGHTY!
<MrsTony>   YOU LIKE THEM NAUGHTY, EH?
<Mochrie>   OH YEAH! OH YEAH! OH YEAH!!!
<MrsTony>   I THINK YOU'RE RATHER FURTHER AHEAD THAN I AM......

* MrsTony is drawing a blank aside from what's she's already said.

<Mochrie>   I think she was close enough!
<McShane>   Yeah, close enough.
<MrsTony>   What was he?
<Mochrie>   I mention an innuendo in every sentence!
<MrsTony>   But that's me normally!
<JudgeGwen> Hee hee!
<CliveMode> Hehehe! OK, bzzzzz.... dingdong
<Maruyama>  Mirror image, eh, Sam?
<McShane>   It's a stretch for Emile though :-)
<MrsTony>   It was scary!
<Mochrie>   Nat: Did I make you proud?
<CliveMode> Almost, E!

* MrsTony opens door.
* Sessions steps in.

<MrsTony>   HELLO!

* Sessions rings a bell.

<Sessions>  HI!
<MrsTony>   CARE FOR A TWIGLET...OR SOME CLAMATO JUICE?
<Sessions>  NO.

* Sessions rings a bell.

<MrsTony>   THIS BELL RINGING HAS TO STOP...IT'S GIVING MY CAT A HEADACHE!

* Sessions rings a bell.

<Sessions>  MAYBE YOUR CAT SHOULD NOT BE HERE THEN!
<MrsTony>   WHY ARE YOU RINGING THAT BELL?  ARE YOU PART OF THE SALAVTION
            ARMY?

* Sessions rings a bell.

<Sessions>  11 PM! ALL'S WELL!
<MrsTony>   YOU'RE A TOWN CRYER!

<Sessions>  Yay!
<CliveMode> Bzzzzzzz... anyone else? Dingdong.

* Sessions leaves in disgrace.
* MrsTony opens door.
* SToksvig is folding her arms in a cradling position.

<SToksvig>  SHHH, LITTLE ONE. OH, WILL SHE EVER STOP
<MrsTony>   UM....COULDN'T YOU FIND A SITTER? UM....I'VE NO CRADLE HERE...
<SToksvig>  I JUST GOT BACK FROM THE HOSPITAL.
<MrsTony>   HAS SHE HAD COLIC LONG?
<SToksvig>  YES FOR TWO HOURS.

<Mochrie>   LOL!

* SToksvig falls on the floor.

<SToksvig>  OH WHEN WILL THIS STOP!
<MrsTony>   WHAT SORT OF HOSPITAL DID YOU TAKE HER TO?
<SToksvig>  CHILDREN'S HOSPITAL. OH NO, I FORGOT HER BOTTLE!
<MrsTony>   MAYBE SHE'D LIKE TO PLAY WITH MY CAT......

<JudgeGwen> LOL!!

<SToksvig>  NO, SHE'S TOO YOUNG! I JUST HAD HER THREE DAYS AGO!
<MrsTony>   ARE YOU OFTEN GIVING BIRTH THEN GOING TO PARTIES? CARE FOR A
            TWIGLET?

<Mochrie>   ROTFL!
<SToksvig>  :)

<SToksvig>  YEAH.
<MrsTony>   WAS IT A DIFFICULT BIRTH...WERE THERE ANY IRREGULARITIES?
<SToksvig>  NO, JUST HER FATHER KEPT FAINTING!
<MrsTony>   IS THE FATHER COLIN?
<SToksvig>  NO.

* SToksvig is losing it!
* MrsTony is so lost on this one......

<CliveMode> LOL!
<McShane>   I saw that one coming :-)
<Sessions>  LOL... Sam is murdering everyone!!! LOL
<CliveMode> Hehe, that's my sister!
<SToksvig>  Sam is so close!

<MrsTony>   YOU'RE A RECENT MOTHER WITH A COLIC-Y BABY AND A FAINTING
            HUSBAND....THAT'S WHAT I'VE GOT!

<SToksvig>  Oh, give it to her!
<MrsTony>   What?
<SToksvig>  I was a new mother with a screaming baby.
<GaryGary>  I would say that's right!
<McShane>   Recent mother, sounds new to me! We done?
<MrsTony>   I liked your quirk, Emile! :)
<McShane>   I liked the 'shag carpet' comment!
<Mochrie>   Hehe...I don't know, I liked my last quirk better!

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Game:    Party Quirks
Players: DeanB, GregP, JonPryce, StingCham
Quirks:  DeanB has to say a body part in each line, JonPryce is Satan
         coming for GregP's soul, and StingCham is Dagwood Bumstead.

* DeanB rings bell.

<GregP>     COME IN BRAD! WOULD YOU LIKE A TWIGLET?
<DeanB>     WELL, I SEE I'M AHEAD OF ALL THE OTHER GUESTS!
<GregP>     THAT YOU ARE.
<DeanB>     WELL HAIR I AM, GOING TO OFFER ME A DRINK?
<GregP>     WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO DRINK?

* JonPryce rings doorbell.

<GregP>     COME IN JONATHAN!
<DeanB>     HEY JON I WANT TO SHAKE YOUR HAND!
<JonPryce>  HI! HOW ARE YOU? HOLDING UP AGAINST THE INFLATION RATE, RISING
            CRIME, TERRIBLE INTEREST RATES.
<GregP>     YES I AM, MR. POLITICIAN MAN.
<DeanB>     WELL DONT WORRY YOU'LL COME TO NO 'ARM HERE!
<JonPryce>  DON'T YOU WISH YOU COULD GIVE IT UP SOMETIMES? ABANDON YOUR
            LIFE... YOUR SOUL...
<DeanB>     EAR EAR!
<GregP>     ABANDON MY SOUL? 
            
* StingCham rushes in through the door knocking over the mailman who happened
  to be outside.

<StingCham> *looks around* YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THAT ELMO KID AROUND HERE HAVE
            YOU? HE'S BEEN BUGGING ME ALL DAY!
<GregP>     ARE YOU FROM SESAME STREET, WILL?
<DeanB>     I DON'T LIKE THE LOOK IN HIS EYE!
<StingCham> NO, BUT I THINK THAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN ON THE TV ONCE WHILE I WAS
            NAPPING.
<GregP>     SHOULDN'T YOU GO BACK TO IRELAND?
<JonPryce>  HAVE YOU EVER CONSIDERED CONVERTING TO SATANISM? IT ONLY TAKES A
            FEW DOLLARS, A FEW CEREMONIES, YOUR SOUL...ER, I MEAN SHOE SOLES!
<GregP>     A CHILD, ARE WE?
<StingCham> BY THE WAY, CAN YOU POINT ME TO YOUR DELI MEATS, PICKLES,
            CHEESES, VARIOUS TYPES OF FISH, SLABS OF RAW MEAT, AND ANY SPARE
            VEGETABLES?
<GregP>     LOL, YOU ARE A POLITICIAN, JON :)
<DeanB>     GREG, YOU'RE MAKING A RIGHT TIT OF YOURSELF!
<StingCham> OH YES, AND TWO SLICES OF BREAD PLEASE
<JonPryce>  I'M NOT A POLITICAN, ALTHOUGH I'VE HAD MANY DEALINGS WITH RICHARD
            NIXON.
<GregP>     PETER COOK? THE DEVIL?
<JonPryce>  YES!

* JonPryce exits.

<GregP>     YAY!

* StingCham goes to the refrigerator looking for food.
* GregP bounces up and down!

<DeanB>     FACE IT GREG YOU HAVENT A CLUE! :)
<GregP>     OSCAR THE GROUCH? YOU'RE RIGHT, I HAVEN'T, DEAN :)
<DeanB>     EYE KNEW IT! YOU NEED A LEG-UP...
<StingCham> YOU KNOW, IT REALLY WAS AN ACCIDENT! I PROMISE! I DIDN'T MEAN TO
            KILL HIM! BUT I TOLD HIM NOT TO BORROW ANY MORE STUFF!
<GregP>     WOW, YOU ARE A PSYCHOPATH
<StingCham> HOW RUDE SOME NEIGHBORS CAN BE!
<GregP>     A LEG-UP? (Still haven't got a clue) :)
<StingCham> THAT POWER WEED EATER WAS THE LAST THING HERB WAS EVER GONNA
            BORROW FROM ME!
<DeanB>     YOU NEED A HAND DON'T YOU?
<GregP>     FROM THE BURBS? :)
<DeanB>     JUST DON'T POINT THE FINGER AT ME...COME ON, GET IT OFF YOUR
            CHEST.
<StingCham> HAS ANYONE SEEN BLONDIE? I THINK SHE HAS MY WALLET...
<GregP>     YOU ARE ALL SORTS OF BODY PARTS?
<DeanB>     CAN I EAT SOME OF THOSE CHEESE BALLS?

<StingCham> LOL!
<DeanB>     Yes!
<GregP>     Yeehoo!
<JonPryce>  (Cheese balls are they? *g*)
<DeanB>     And I was about to say this game is a bummer! :)
<GregP>     LOL, sorry, i suck :)
<DeanB>     No, I enjoyed it :)

* DeanB leaves.
* StingCham eats his large sandwich he made earlier in a few bites.

<StingCham> THAT WAS DELICIOUS!
<GregP>     AND YOU... ARE YOU FROM SOME SORT OF COMIC STRIP PERSON?

* StingCham accidentally cuts himself on a butter knife and bleeds newspaper
  ink.

<StingCham> WHY YES, I FIND LIFE MORE COMFORTABLE THERE. REALITY DOESN'T
            SEEM TO GET IN THE WAY.
<GregP>     UH...ARE YOU ANDY CAPP?
<StingCham> I WOULD GO TAKE A NAP ON YOUR COUCH, BUT BLONDIE ALWAYS WAKES ME
            UP WITH CHORES FOR ME TO DO.

<DeanB>     Close! Ooohh very good :)

<GregP>     AM I RIGHT? :)
<StingCham> I'M GLAD SHE HAS THAT CATERING BUSINESS NOW, ALL THE FOOD I CAN
            EAT AND THAT WOMEN DOESN'T GET IN MY HAIR AS MUCH! NOW IF ONLY I
            COULD GET RID OF ELMO!

* GregP tears her hair out.

<GregP>     ER...HIS...
<StingCham> CAN I CALL MY HOUSE REAL QUICK?

* StingCham dials his house.

<GregP>     ELMO'S AGAIN?
<StingCham> BUSY SIGNAL! MY DARN TEENAGE KIDS MUST BE USING THE PHONE AGAIN!
<GregP>     BLONDIE?
<StingCham> I DON'T SEE WHY MY SON CAN'T JUST WALK TO COURTNEY'S HOUSE TO
            TALK TO HER! YES, SHE'S MY WIFE, WHY?

<DeanB>     Ooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, so close!

<GregP>     ACK!
<StingCham> HAVE YOU SEEN HER? IS SOMETHING THE MATTER? SHE'S NOT MAD CAUSE
            I ATE THE THREE PIES IN THE KITCHEN, IS SHE?

* GregP curls up in a little ball in the corner!

<StingCham> BLONDIE MAKES ME MAD SOMETIMES! I MEAN, I'M IN THE MAJORITY OF
            THE PANELS! WHY IS IT NAMED AFTER HER?!? THAT'S NO FAIR!

<DeanB>     LOL Will!

<GregP>     LOL...THE HUSBAND IN BLONDIE?

* StingCham grabs another trademark sandwich and exits left! =)

<DeanB>     Yes!
<StingCham> Close enough =)
<DeanB>     Wooohooooo
<StingCham> Dagwood Bumstead, Blondie's husband =)
<DeanB>     Dagwood...
<GregP>     Dagwood! Ack!

* GregP collapes to the floor.

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Game:    Party Quirks
Players: Archibald, BSherwood, GregP, StingCham
Quirks:  Archibald is sinking in quicksand, GregP is a writer with writer's
         block, StingCham is all the characters in "Wizard Of Oz"

* BSherwood starts talking to the plants and pulling out his ears.

<BSherwood> OK, THIS IS GOING TO BE GREAT, ITS A COME AS A MEMBER OF THE
            ROYAL FAMILY PARTY!
<Archibald> <DING DONG!>

<BrothSam> Heheheh!

* BSherwood opens door.

<Archibald> HEY DEAN!
<BSherwood> HEY EMILE, GOOD TO SEE YA! CAN I OFFER YOU A TWIGLET?
<Archibald> SURE! SAY, YOU SEEM A LOT TALLER SINCE I SAW YOU LAST!

<StingCham> LOL!
<GregP>     Hehe!

<BSherwood> ITS ALL THE VEGETABLES I EAT!
<Archibald> LET ME JUST....GRAB....ONE OF THOSE TWIGLETS....I CAN'T.....
            QUITE.....REACH....IT.....
<BSherwood> HMMM, YOU THINK I'M A GIANT?
<Archibald> NO....SAY, WOULD YOU MIND GETTING YOUR CAT AWAY FROM ME? IT'S
            MAKING ME VERRRY NERVOUS! SHOO KITTY! SHOO! SHOO!

<StingCham> Heheheh!

* GregP rings the doorbell.
* BSherwood opens the door.

<GregP> HEY DEAN, HOW IS IT... HOW IS IT... OF FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, I CAN'T
        THINK...ACK! COFFEE, MORE COFFEE!!!!

* Archibald reaches for a celery stalk......
* StingCham jumps as high as he can so he can reach the doorbell to ring it.

<BSherwood> HEY GREG HAVE YOU MET THE MOUSE?
<GregP>     AH, THATS A GOOD ONE... THE MOUSE WENT UP TO THE... WENT UP...
            TO WHERE? I DON'T KNOW... WHAT WAS I SAYING? MORE COFFEE!
<BSherwood> HMMMM...
<Archibald> HEY! YOU NEVER WARNED ME THAT THIS WOULD HAPPEN! JEEZ, NOW I SEE
            THE SIGN YOU PUT UP!!

* StingCham rings the bell.
* BSherwood opens the door.
* StingCham looks at Emile.

<StingCham> YOUR HOUSE FELL ON HER! YAY! SHE'S DEAD!
<BSherwood> AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!
<StingCham> JUST CLICK YOUR HEELS THREE TIMES AND YOU'LL BE OUT OF THAT IN
            A JIFFY!
<BSherwood> WHY DO I INVITE THESE PEOPLE? :)
<StingCham> THAT PUNCH ISN'T WATERED DOWN, IS IT?
<Archibald> CAN YOU JUST....GRAB....MY HAND PLEASE......I CAN'T....QUITE GET
            UP....
<StingCham> I WOULD, EMILE, BUT I'M AFRAID I MIGHT RUST! I *HATE* WATER!

* StingCham walks into a wall and falls down.

<BSherwood> LOL! WILL IS THE TIN WOODMAN FROM OZ?
<GregP>     CLICK YOUR HEELS THREE TIMES.. NOW WHY CAN'T I THINK OF THINGS
            LIKE THAT.... COFFEE??? OK, GOTTA CLEAR MY MIND... CLEAR... MY
            ... MIND...
<StingCham> WOOF WOOF!
<BSherwood> WILL IS TOTO FROM OZ?

<GregP>     Keep going Dean!

<StingCham> I'M TOO SCARED TO GET YOU OUT, EMILE! I CAN'T M-M-MUSTER THE
            C-C-COURAGE!
<BSherwood> WILL IS ALL THE CHARACTERS FROM OZ!
<StingCham> *ROWWWWWWL*

* StingCham turns into a monkey and flies off stage right.
* StingCham claps.

<GregP>     WOOHOO!

<Archibald> THANKS A BUNCH! BLBLBLBLBLB.......<waves pitifully and perishes>
<BSherwood> EMILE IS MELTING...

* Archibald emerges, and gives one more pitiful wave goodbye....

<GregP>     BRAIN... NOT ... WORKING.... DEAN, DO YOU HAVE ANYMORE COFFEE?
<BSherwood> HE'S SHRINKING....
<Archibald> YOU COULD HAVE PLANTED SOME VINES, BUT NOOOOOOO!!!!!
<BSherwood> NESSA IS A COFFEE FREAK... A DRUG ADDLED 60'S REJECT...
<BSherwood> EMILE IS JACK AND THE BEANSTALK...
<Archibald> THANKS SOOOOOOO MUCH!

<StingCham> Hehehehe! LOL!

<GregP>     DO YOU HAVE A PEN, I HAVE TO JOT THAT DOWN BEFORE I FORGET...
            OH FOR GOODNESS SAKES, WHAT WAS I GONNA SAY?
<Archibald> YOU COULD BLOODY WELL HAVE JUST GRABBED MY HAND AND PULLED ME
            OUT!
<BSherwood> NESSA FORGETS EVERYTHING! EMILE IS DROWNING IN THE SEA! DEAN
            IS STRUGGLING :)

<BrothSam>  :)
<StingCham> Hehehehehe!

<GregP>     I ONLY HAVE ONE SENTENCE, ONE SENTENCE!!! I NEED 5 PAGES BY
            MIDNIGHT!
<Archibald> AMAZON MY ASS!!!
<BSherwood> NESSA IS A WRITER ON A DEADLINE...?

<StingCham> Close...

<BSherwood> EMILE IS .... I DONT KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
<GregP>     I'VE BEEN WORKING ON THIS SINCE LAST WEEK AND I CAN'T THINK OF
            MORE THAN ONE SENTENCE!!!!!
<Archibald> YOU HAD TO LIVE IN THE JUNGLE DIDN'T YOU!
<BSherwood> NESSA IS DEAN MOST DAYS AT WORK! :)

* Archibald drops out of view one more time, with a gurgle...

<GregP>     LOL - *DING* *DING* (close)
<BSherwood> I give up guys... what were they?
<StingCham> LOL!
<SparkMan>  Hehe!

<GregP>     GET THAT SAND OUT OF YOUR MOUTH, EMILE!
<Archibald> NOW YOU TELL ME.....

<Archibald> Hehe
<BSherwood> OK what were they? :)

<GregP>     I CAN'T WRITE MORE THAN THIS SENTENCE, ITS AS IF I AM RUNNING
            INTO THIS VERY BRICK-LIKE SURFACE..

<StingCham> LOL!
<SparkMan>  Hehehehe!

* Archibald was a person sinking in quicksand.

<BSherwood> Ah of course! Quicksand............ :) Very good!
<Archibald> Now it seems so obvious, eh dean?
<BSherwood> Hehe!

<GregP>     INTO A VERY BRICK-LIKE SURFACE... I CAN'T WRITE BECAUSE OF THIS
            SURFACE :)
<BSherwood> AND NESSA WAS..?

<BSherwood> Ah! Well you were all very funny! :)
<GregP>     You aren't going to try and guess, Deano? :)
<BSherwood> Oh sorry... I thought that was it! :) You've got writers block!
<GregP>     WOOHOO!!!! :)
<BSherwood> LOL!
<StingCham> Good job, Dean!
<SparkMan>  Hehe!
<Archibald> Woooooo!!
<StingCham> Stupendous improv Emile! You too Nessa!
<Archibald> Well, thanks. :)
<SparkMan>  I second that notion!

* GregP claps
* StingCham claps again

<GregP>     Wonderful job Will and Archie! :)
<Archibald> Hehe!
<StingCham> Danke
<BSherwood> You guys were very good! :)

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