Holy shit I just partied with gmku!
 

Hey, wait a minute, that's me. Bra ha ha ha.

Anyway if any of you fuckers ever did party with me you'd either be bored out of your minds or have the best time of your life. But the choice would be yours. It would all be about the mindset you took to the situation.

So you'd take no responsibility for boring the tits off me?

I should have said "if".

Crazy stuff!

None. That would be your personal problem. You think all I have to worry about is how much I entertain you?

Now you see why nobody ever comes to your parties.

ha! i like the sounds of that...... we could bore each other to the point of anti boredom.......

Now you see why I never have parties.

But if we did...

We would start out with 30 minutes of running and lifting handweights, followed by pushups and situps.

Then I'd make everyone take a quick shower and get into fresh clothes.

Next we would all sit around the stereo as I showed off my LP collection.

Then I'd bring out all my favorite shoes and shirts.

Next we might watch Casino Royale, Notorious, or North by Northwest.

I would serve drinks and refreshments during all this, of course. You would be required to pet the dogs whenever they came to sniff at your food. As a door prize, someone would win a walk with the dogs around the block!

So you want lots of people to just live your life.

Sounds more like a theme park.

gmku - sounds good to me. But I'd have to consume a fair amount of Red Bull to pull off the first part of your party plan.

Hey, it's my party.

No problem. I think I could spring for some Bull for the bar for ya. Myself, I'd stick with a few margaritas to get going.

Ah, good stuff!
*plans to do some running round Clapham Common for training*

Ha, ha.

Nah, in reality I think I can throw a decent party. It all depends on the mix of people attending though. In reality I just try to provide all the accomodations and let the evening flow--literally and figuratively.

Well, as long as you pull out some R Stones heavy hitters, I'll be there like a rash on Courtney Love.

that's a given, man. If you can't party with Exile or Sticky Fingers, you just can't party.

Hell yeah, that be true say:

I guess I'm out.

Mix tapes from Stones bootlegs wrapped in fancy socks, perhaps.

Pornographic polaroid snapshots featuring my shoe collection.

Balls of Golden Retriever fur.

that dude stole my bike.