PARTYTOGA * PARTYTOGA!!
Bar is open.
Pool is warmed up.
The cabana boys/girls are well oiled and ready to rumble.
The snacks and chocolate are fat-free.
Plenty of clean towels, sunscreen and no mosquitos.
Party on.
Dirty limericks encouraged.
**S P L O O S H !!**
20 comments:
There once was an author from Phoenix
Who wrote a book that required much kleenex
but nobody wanted it
so she ended up dunking it
and decided she'd best write comedic.
Make mine a double.
Maybe a triple.
An old fart in Central Texas
went off to the pool after breakfas
when to his surprise
he spied some great thighs
upon which were written some hexes!
Removing his Hawaiian trunks
He prepares himself for some dunks
but then along comes
several boobular hums
who were looking for some hunks
He wasn't, of course
his beard was too coarse
so he sat his ass down
in the pool he could drown
and he soon whistled himself hoarse.
Since I'm duty Cabana Boy today I'm going to make myself a whole 36-cup urn full of coffee. Yall find some other Boy to get your drinks, I'm going to try to wake up from LAST night's debauchery.
And I really hope you DON'T remember it, Ann. It was LOVELY! The photos will be developed later this afternoon, Herbie's set up a darkroom in the pool pump room.
I'm only doing this because I need names for my Indians, and the Blogger word verification thingie over there is the best way to get an unpronounceable pile of verbiage I ever ran into.
Think I'll make up another limerick.
A very young girl from Des Plaines
was riding out west on the trains
when to her surprise
a man fondled her thighs
and soon she was feeling no pains!
No, you never said they had to be GOOD limbertricks!
Put a liter of Scotch in a bucket with an ice cube and hand it to me. Miss Snark's gin just doesn't cut it, I need SUSTENANCE!
If I can keep this up (unlike some other things)
I'll find in my cup (with the coffee rings)
The secret of Life (which I'll write down)
of which there's no strife (so I'll wear a crown)
and someone can talk those young girls into getting naked over here in front of me - burp (it'll make my heart sing).
Have I won the prize for most comments yet? If not, I've got some more semi-manic mood swings I can call up...
There was a young lad from Bali
Who committed the most terrible folly
When caught in the act
Of despicable fact
He said,"Ah, so tellibly solly."
Ummm...E. Ann, after drinking all that coffee I think Forrest just peed in the pool.
I'm not a bit interested in the cabana boys. Who are the cabana girls?
Rye whiskey for me. Beer chaser.
There once was a farmer boy,
who loved to cut his furrows deep.
The ladies loved his farmer's tan,
but weeds grow when you get no sleep.
*yanks E.A. out of jacuzzi, snatches a cabana boy's towel off his tush and slaps E.A. silly with that towel, then sits her in front of the computer with a bottle of pepto*
Git that script finished or I'll deport your cabana boys back to some Vegas show faster than your grandpa can say 'Brokeback Beavers'!
There once was a priest from Nantucket who...
No, that won't work.
There once was a Senator from Nantucket...
No.
There once was writer from Nantuc...
Can anybody give me word to rhyme with Nantucket?
Can't party now but ummmm, asked the bartender to deliver a Purpe Destiny to the Bunions.
S.A.
There once was a woman from Nantucket...uh, er...nevermind.
Me and my girlfriend(the Pastor's wife) were just talking about cabana boys today. We clean her small fish pond every Memorial Day.
She asked what we were goin to do about it when we were seventy...I told her that we're goin to hire cabana boys in speedos to clean it...that way we'll still get our cardiavascular exercise!
I won't tell you what Pastor said...ROFLOL!
C'mon! Tell us what the pastor said!
Pretty please?
I dunno, Bonnie, you sound like a wild child under your proper Sunday go-to-meeting straw hat.
Would someone fetch me a drink. I'm totally wiped.
Ack.
All night writing jags just after and before a late shift are murder.
BTW - good heavens, Forest!
Aren't you prolific!
Richard!
I - I
oh, you naughty minx you!
There was once an crabby old cow
Who had sex with a stinky fat sow
They grunted and moo'd
Rolled about in the poo
Can't think of the last line now.
#1.
Hmmm...well...it's certainly dirty, #1.
heh. Every time I say that I feel like Jean Luc Picard.
But with more hair.
My goodness!
Really number 1!
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Lord, you're right MG.
Saying that does make you feel like Jean Luc.
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