| The Oh-So-Famous Halloween Party | ||||||
| To start off, Chelsea has randomly said PURKLE!!! And it is 12:41 AM on August the 20th. Our Caffeine stash has slowly been disappearing. Hence, the typer of this page is losing her amazing typing abilities and is dealing with a crazy Dominique giggling over her shoulder about complete nonsense. Whew. That took a lot of effort. But. We're getting off track. 3 TRACK MINDS!!!!!! oh, wait.... nevermind.... Yes, Well... the Halloween Party. hehehe... First off, in perfect Halloween style, the electricity had mysteriously disappeared only on Chelsea's street. As usual. (Typers comment~ CH2M Hill is a power hog!) We had a fabulous time especially once the cross dressers showed up. AKA, the weirdos in dresses. Or, as they are commonly called: Daniel Haak and his friend Luke. We also had Chelsea, our hostess, as a gypsy, Dominique as Shaggy from Scooby Doo, Patrick as James Bond.... That's Bond... James Bond.... 007... Anyways, Celia came as a sailor girly, and Sarah was a lady in red. Joe came saying he wasn't anything. But we soon fixed that. He became known as.... JIMMY THE LEPRECAUN BACK FROM THE DEAD.... DUH-DUH-DUH!!!! He was soon lavisly costumed in a pink, fuzzy feather boa, courtesy of my costume. That brings me to my character. I topped the party off by being completely original. I was the Pink Panther gone female!!! BWAHAHAHAHA!!!!! ok, cut the evil laughing sound effects..... Just so you all know, my typing skills have been shot to hell because it's sooooo late. well, it's not that late. but my skills are still shot. there. Chelsea's adorable (not) little brother (Mario) was present with his small minions. Their job was to terrorize innocent bystanders by making off with the candy, lifting drag queens skirts during pure games of twister (hehe, they were not pure whatsoever) and disappearing into the gloom of the upper stories..... BWAHHHHHHHAAAAHAHAHAHA!!!!! we said to stop with the evil laughter!!!! WHOEVER IS IN CHARGE OF THESE SOUND EFFECTS IS GETTING OUT OF HAND!!!!! muahahahahaa..... We had many games of twister. First we played in groups. Then we played in couples. And then it got dirty. Mario was very curious to know if his older sisters (ex) boyfriend (the Haak who came as a woman with A LOT of make-up on that made him resemble a prostitute) had really gone all the way in fulfilling his feminine ways and shaved his legs. So, during a perfectly innocent game of twister (teehee) he lifted the above stated boyfriends skirt. Hence the quote in Dan's section of Male 'Intelligence'. click here to see it for yourself. Then we found the bean bag chairs... 'oh, no' is the all around general statement that you will hear from all of the party goers about this bit. Brenna and Pat (one of the then-couples) got into a flirtacious wrestling match over the green bean bag chair. which later became property of Hank the Dog. Don't ask. That's off subject. As usual. Anyways.... Where was I? Oh, yes... Brenna tired from the wrestling and went to refresh her pink-panther-ness by getting an icy cold glass of 7up. While she left the scene, Pat decided to 'hide' beneath the bean bag in question. he didn't do a very good job as he is very long-legged. Dominique decided to contribute to his effort by not-so-carefully flopping onto said bean bag. Unfortunately, she hit a rather... ahem... sensitive area of the boy in hiding. There was an interesting 'ow' that came muffled from below Dom's bum in quite a high pitched voice. We're currently curious as to whether the dickinson line shall continue through him or not..... teehee. That's pretty much it, aside from mushy couply bits. We also have neglected to describe in detail ALL of our hyper antics, but we really can't remember all of them. ESPECIALLY not this late at night. We all wonder what will happen at the next Halloween party.... hmmm..... We're also wondering if we're going to have very purple, puffy under-eyes tomorrow at registration for school pictures. Perhaps we better end here. Hope you've been entertained. We sure have. = ] xxxxxxxxxxxoooooooooooxxxxxxxxoooooooooxxxxxxxxx |
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