Date registered: Jan 2006
Location: Ye Olde Siamese Rub n' Tuggery
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As they flee for the exits an argument, then a fight erupts over the right to yell "FIRE" in a crowded theatre (we all know the participants).
From the rear of the Great Hall a magnum of Thunderbird is angrily hurled at the dias and is 'saved' in a splendid one handed catch by the Venerable V.V. in an 'instinctive' reach from the prone coma position ..quickly, gratefully, greedily shared and emptied.
The bong, still smouldering is being safeguarded(?) by a surprised Jillian in an effort to fail her drug test for the next ten years and didn't factor in the inebriation of the BW members and their loss of olfactory sense in her devastating dutch oven 'bombing' that will be remembered for centuries.
Yet another 'Right Honourable' BW Member ascends the speakers stand to pay ass licking compliments to a mighty ROAR of the now returning raucous crowd.....
Last edited by BNZ; 12-07-2006 at 10:58 AM.