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Originally Posted by Penelope_Grey
You lot are a disgrace... but him over there with his shirt off, I wouldn't kick him out of bed I don't think.  :rotfl: |
<--leaning against the bar, using elbows for extra support,
feet well planted on the rocking floor, wondering which maniac grabbed her fancy.
The party is progressing like a convoy about to be massacred. A champagne bottle flyes through the air. "Aaaalaaarm." Someone crash-dives and hits bottom.
"J'atendres. le jour et la nuit, J'atendre tojour . . ."
Madame Lulu attempts to restore order, her enourmous chest heaving like the bow of a Revenge. She's torpedoed and sinks into a couch. Who is that caught beneath her?
"Let's have another drink."