It didn't start off as a "party". Just a bunch of us sitting around bullshitting like ya do. Then Beer arrived. Then Other Mind-Altering Substances arrived. Whiskey showed up at some point. One thing led to another...And so, I put it to you Cellar Dwellars, as a Parable of Life, that it is officially a party when the phrase
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Please don't jack off my dog.
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has been uttered.
Other things that happened (to the best of my recollection):
A bald man, no doubt, now has rug burn,
on his head.
I danced on half a pic-a-nic table.
A friend of mine was electrocuted (just a little bit) when he stabbed a boom box that was plugged in, and playing.
Every person at this whateverthehellitwas barked like a dog at one point or another. Repeatedly. In unison, at times. We also did a fair impersonation of a coon hunt.
Strange chicks' boobs were motorboated. (She asked "What would you do if you had a pair of these at home?" So, I put 'em in my mouth.) No, there are no pix.
We burned stolen firewood.
The cops stayed away.
