| Scribed by Coconut Kernel The Beginning "It's been 4 years since we had our last Ladies' Night." "Ya, high time we have another one." "But who wants to organise?" "Let's get teh young ones to do it." The conversation went on at one of the committe meetings, after the new committee was elected, early in the year. GM pondered for a while and delegated. "Let's get Abo to do it. He can co-op any one he wants." "The rest of the committee sighed with relief that none of them were appointed and instantaneously agreed in unison. "But how to get him to do it?" Questioned a doubter. "Never mind, I'll talk to him," GM replied confidently. A reliable source reported that GM threatened to put Abo under ISA, unless he agreed. Another put it that Abo had a skeleton in the closet, which was good enough material for blackmail. To do it, Abo had to sacrifice the hearing of the patter of little Abo feet. Thumbhood postponed his courtship and prolonged his bachelor-hood. Piss-stop told his wife that he was on overtime. Air Magic made his house available for the numerous planning meetings, whilst his wife threatened him with divorce. In the meantime, GM was on ambassadorship for his Firm and travelled to the U.S. and Europe, and missed all the preliminary actions. Abo and gang did it and the night of 2nd December was the culmination of their effort. The Ladies' night In all, about 20 tables were taken. "We are going for quality attendance and not quantity," declared Abo about two Mondays before. At 7.30pm, of the actual night, half the tables were already occupied. The theme was "Bollywood", and most guests and members were sportingly dressed for the occasion. Saris was the most popular outfit for the ladies. There were many "Maharajahs" that night, with Boothill being most outstanding. His wife, Sandie was no less outstanding in a sexy see-through plunging neck-line harem outfit. Ask Messy, he could not keep his eyes away. It was supposed to be "Bollywood" Night, but one could not be blamed if it was to be mistaken for the Indian National Day. A minor crisis was on hand as the Beerman was on buka puasa and A.Bandit Joe tried desperately to serve beer from an over-foamed beer dispenser. Thirsty Hashmen were milling around the bar impatiently. Shortly later, Abo came with some wines to appease the ladies. The situation became under control when the beerman returned. Shortly after 8pm, accompanied by fanfare, GM Freelick and the First Lady Anne made their grand entrance, escorted by Khalistan warriors armed to the teeth, and also already half-pissed with beers. "Ladies & Gentlemen, welcome to the PJ Animale Bollywood Night, blah blah blah....", being early in the evening, GM was still sober and coherent. "...many Mondays, we go home, pissed, horny and muddy, but our wives never dismiss our advances, tolerate our intoxicated state and our fumbling as we fall asleep on the job. So once a year we try to make amends and tonight is the night," Organising Chairman Abo gave the objective of the Ladies' Night. The audience half expected him to thank his mother and father. Luckily he did not. Thumbhood in Mahatma Ghandi attire was next, and his tirade was "more like the Animale spirit," commented McFoong at Table 18, to Francis Kim, seating next to him. The mood was set. At the next table, Tiger Lee, Shit Chan and co were already warming up with tehir 3 "wild cats", using Tiger's words. The 3 ex-GMs, namely Bear, Toda and Kernel had their moments of glory when they were called on stage and on-downed. The show started with the Paper Dolls. "Aiyoo, the boobs-ah, if only there were no ladies around," drooled the Arsehole Bandit and with anticipation of what he could do. Meals were served in between shows, starting with the delicious 4 Seasons. Next was the bikini parade of the Miss Bollywood contest. Charan, Joe and Piss-stop were certainly no Indian delights. Even Fighting Cock Kulvinder lost his cool, after being steamed up by the Paper Dolls. Who won? I think Miss Jit, Joe's wife did. Then came the nun bread, with curry and tandoori chicken, in harmony with the nigth's theme. There were more shows, food and lots of beers. A prominent presence was the GM of Sg Ujong. It was good support from our Negri Animale brother. The yuppies were there too. Collin Cunninglingus Swee, Stripper Martin and their SWTs, lowered the average age of the attendees. Wank-wank really looked like the Crown prince of Johor. The Bollywood music was most conducive as all Animales, guests, wives and partners danced to the lively beat. Not to be missed were Miss and Mrs. Kajang, daughter and wife respectively of its Lord Mayor, Tun Freeloader. Your scribed got dragged home at about 1.30am. But the party did not end until past 2 something to end an evening par excellence. A big hand to the organisers and supporters. Let's look forward to the next one. Perhaps the them should be "Dynasty" and let's give the likes of Ben Chong, Shit Chan, Vincent Monster, Fruity Lee and Vegie Lim a chance to show their colours. Goestarn Joe pledged to come as "Wong-Fei-Hung", a Chinese martial arts expect of the late 19th century. Hardwhore would come as the Dowager Empress and Hilo, an imperial eunuch. ON ON! -------------- P.S. Due to alcoholic haze, the 2nd part of the evening was blurry and thus more merits could not be recorded. |