bri tears off her (currently) wet T shirt, gives squirrell nutkin a pat, and then yells at SD, "Steve! Dallas! Enough of your effrontery! This is a Tupperware Party! No nostaglia allowed! On your knees, slave!"

SD, being the kinky nerd he is, gets on his knees.

Shawnee jumps up. "I have just the thing!" she scampers to her tupperware pile, and comes up with......

...a tupperware ballgag!

Umm... exsqueeze me.. I didn't actually show up.

Squirellnutkin leaps up and tries to hump it. Shawnee screams and flings both of them across the room only to have them land...

... across the street, in the house where the cellar orgy is taking place.

I think we may need to merge these two threads. Either that or we are having a very sexy tupperware party, and a rather tupperwarish orgy. Not that there is anything wrong with either of those.

One of my cow orkers is a rep for those kinds of parties.

Their samples might come in handy at your regular job.

"Ohh for #$%'s sake, you are not Jesus, I am not Satan, I've told you a thousand times to shut the #$%& up, here, have this."

Tupperwhore?

Sundae Girl says, "I tried to get down and dirty with Bruce, but suddenly a whole host of delivery people came in to cock block him. So I settled for coming to Shawnee's as I figured no-one would cramp my style here."

With that she tucks into the Domino's Sizzler that she brought across from the orgy. Well, the pizza delivery boy managed a different kind of delivery and left with a smile on his face rather than the money. Waste not want not!

"Hey Shawnee! You got any pizza specific Tupperware?"

These two parties must be separated! I brought deviled-canned ham and pigs feet to the tupperware party. Naked people around both of these items, I am sure, is against all gods. And if it is not, it should be. :p

Hey, do you have a storage container large enough to hold two Hitachi Magic Wands for disinfection purposes?

Shawnee looks around at the melee and smiles: they like me, they really like me, then remembers she's not Sally Field.

Then she sneaks over to the orgy, you know, for research purposes, leaving Cicero in charge.

Man, this jello is gooood.

I still thnort every time I read "tupperware ballgag."

That's some funny shit!

Great band name!

Tonight only, Tupperware Ballgag!

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