fracas

We were wondering when the excitement was going to happen. Being female, we were impatient.

Things were just pissy, what with Sandy crying her heart out, Frenchy whining because she can’t do any more beauty treatments since the bathroom is off limits until someone cleans it (now, had everyone listened to me when I said no smoking in the house, Sandy wouldn’t have tossed her cookies after the liquor and the cigarettes) and well, that other chick… I didn’t even remember if anyone really invited her.

Seriously… what was her name? No one seems to care.

So we decided to go back to google for a few thrills. Gads, what ever could be taking those guys so long? Rizzo was just about jumping out of her skin wanting something more exciting to do. Can’t say that I blamed her.

Eureka!

Just when it seemed like all hope was lost, I found it. Over at GourmetGiftBaskets.com was something no slumber party should be without. The Red Panties Martini Glass.

And under $50.

So I get on the phone and try order this thing emergency. What the frac do you think happens next?

You’d better believe it.

They agree, and luckily, have someone in town who can bring a few by. So there we are, mashing berries (still some left over from those fruity face masks) and getting ready to enjoy drinking out of panties, when from the side yard, we hear a noise.

Before you know it, Rizzo was out the window and doing the fireman’s pole dance down the rainspout.

FRAC

Now that she’d lured those really cool, leather jacket wearing guys away from the party with her (ahem) feminine wiles, what were we supposed to do with all those panties we brought for the panty raid?

She’s such a bitch. We should’ve known inviting her was a mistake. None of the blogtoplist folk, or even the regular fraccers would’ve done that to us. No. We all knew for certain, that several of the regular fraccers would show up and be pleased to get to see (and maybe take home) our lovely panties.

So here’s the deal.

We want to go to bed. We’re tired, we’re cranky now, and well… some of us might be feeling like we’ve had a martini or two too many.

And we know that’s bad.

It’s not just the alcohol, it’s all that sugar. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Everyone knows consuming too much sugar makes a person feel a little ill.

So lest we all go the way of Sandy, we’re going to post the panties for your enjoyment. Please.. take “home” as many as you want. We don’t mind. Frac, if you really want to, order up a few more for yourself, or for the woman in your life.

We’re pretty sure that if you present her with a pair or two, and offer to mash the berries or spread the honey… she might just be willing to do that fireman’s pole dance for you too.

I was talking about the rainspout.

Sheesh.

G’night, and to all who read here…

Thanks!

Previous slumber party posts:

Baby doll pyjamas are a slumber party necessity.

A Prince Albert is a what kind of piercing?

Getting that baby bum softness without the baby.

The panty raid must wait because the liquor is flowing.

Slumber party at fracas tonight, no RSVP required.

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