> > > >Posted on 04/28/2006 3:59:06 PM PDT by pcottraux
> > > >Hello, hello, hello, everybody!!! Welcome to this week’s awesomely spectacular SINGLES THREAD (so awesome, I had to capitalize it), hosted by pcottraux and ilovew!!!
But enough chit chat. Let’s start tripping the light fantastic!!!
Of course, without a few tunes going on, dancing would just be a bad “a cappella” rip off.
Do the Monkey With Me!
Come on!!!
And now to get the ball rolling:
Hey, how'd you like to watch the show in 3-D, sweet thing?
Say there, pretty air mama, didn't you see me in your dreams last night?
Hey babearilla, that a pretty eensie-weensie, teeny-weenie polka-dot thingy you got going there.
Come and get it, ladies. I'm yours for the takin'!
Hey there, cutie pants!
Hey all you hot mamas. Wanna talk to a steamin' hunk of cyber fella?
Hey there, cutie pants. Am I as studly as the Statue of David, or what?
Oh, baby! I'm going to make your dreams come true!
Hya! Dreamy hunk, right here!
You wanna frisk me?
Wanna get lost with me (whoosh)?
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, let's roll in the hay.
I'm gonna say, 'Hey hot mama, wanna go back to my place for a game of Twister?
Lady: "How many times do I have to tell you I have a boyfriend?!" Johnny: "Well, you look like the kind of girl that could use two."
I bet your name's Mickey, 'cause you're so fine. You're so fine...
Hey there, foxy hygiene girl. (whoosh) I love a babe with minty breath.
All right. I guess that makes me the object of desire, huh baby?
Johnny: "Excuse me, miss." Lady: "(gasp!)" Johnny: "How'd you like to paint the town red with a happenin' hipster?"
Pardon me, hot sexy mama. If you'd please to take a look at my, (whoosh) Hya, studly bod, (whoosh), then I may have the pleasure of you wanting to be my number-one main squeeze.
Hey there, miss. I'm Johnny B. Wanna spend the day with me?
Whoa. Man, you're pretty!
Hey there, Spanish seniorita. Sprechen se love?
Hey there, smart mama.
You smell kinda pretty. Wanna smell me?
Say, how 'bout you and me sharin' a soda right now?
You're steamin' baby! You too. And you. And you, pretty man. Oh man, time flies when you're having fun.
Hello, teen hotline. You're boyfriend left ya'? Why, what are you wearin'?
Wanna do the monkey with me?
So, are we having fun yet? What am I saying…of course we are!!!
AND THE FUN IS JUST GETTING STARTED!!!
Let’s make it a weekend to remember!!!
Didn't Tandy become RadioShack Corp. about 10 years ago?
Did they make you do any wild and crazy stuff while pledging?
Nah. This is a coed service fraternity.
Our codes and principles are based on those of the Boy Scouts.
Hazing is prohibited. As is drinking at official events. As is having a traditional house.
But from what I've heard from my "brothers" (the vast majority of which were women), the unofficials were veritable riots.
Other verses started out with "there was a man from Nantucket"...
I wasn't sure--crazy considering I worked for RadioShack a couple years ago.
Good night, y'all. See ya tomorrow.
That fits too...
Or maybe that was Phi Sig.
Night!!!
When I was living in the dorm while in law school, I found myself lecturing the kids about wild parties and underage drinking. They quit mentioning parties around me after a while.
I'm ready to crash too. Been up since 5 this morning. Fading fast here. See ya all tomorrow night if you're around! Night!
Adios Muchacho!
When I lived in the dorm (4th Fleming), our floor was an alcohol-free floor. Yet I had an RA (over 21), who left 40's of Mickeys in the recycle bin, and I brought over bags full of pop and O'Douls cans...;)
The way I see it, the near-beer tasted like crud, but still enabled us to drink "beer" without the expense of getting kicked out of the dorm. Of course, when it's two in the morning, almost anything tastes halfway decent...;)
I can't stand the smell of beer. I don't want to know what it tastes like.
I see--that's perfectly fine...
Then again, I live not that far away from Brew City, USA...;)
I don't care of others drink. I just don't like to be around drunk people acting stupid.
I just like setting up a food stand and making $10 per drunk that walks by at 1:30 in the morning.
This was our fundraiser, aptly called "Weenies for the Wasted"
The concept worked like this: One of the bars had a small, fenced concrete patio separating the front of the building from the sidewalk. We were allowed to set up a table and sell hot dogs and bratwurst. Some nights we made a lot, other nights it was simply a freeze-your-butt affair.
In fact, there was one guy who bought $20 worth of food off of us. What made it even funnier was that I knew him as he interned with my dad the summer before.
And I tell ya--I've never seen people act stranger...
LOL!
Yeah, it was fun...;)
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