Sheesh

[tyggerjai]

Monday night at Kent St. Was that an official meeting of the League of Fucking Scrubbers, or just a casual get-together?

There's no point going out to the pub - next time, why don't we all just stay in our living room? Beer's cheaper.

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Comments

[tyggerjai.livejournal.com]

I'm sure someone will find something to rub on your "pecs". Lard, if nothing else.

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[weasels-of-fire.livejournal.com]

Hey, you leave my rock-hard oil-deprived Cruise-worthy pecs out of this, funboy. Not a nipple shall be subjected to the Two Fat Ladies-esque tainting of beef shortening.

[mr-e-cat.livejournal.com]

why was i thinking of jelly?

[weasels-of-fire.livejournal.com]

Cottee's? Raspberry-flavoured?

I was thinking Crisco myself.

[mr-e-cat.livejournal.com]

i'm a generic bland brand myself.

[weasels-of-fire.livejournal.com]

Home Brand barbecue sauce - the ultimate condiment for smearing oneself in muck when preparing for the Ultimate Volleyball Cruise-Inspired Scrubberfest.

Or not.

[mr-e-cat.livejournal.com]

There's a ham line here somewhere I just know it!

[maybe-0.livejournal.com]

could there be a more appropriate time to test drive the Pork Corset than a game of lounge room volley ball?

[weasels-of-fire.livejournal.com]

No, no, that would be inordinately unsuitable. Not only is the Pork Corset so rigorously stiffened and rendered quite inflexible with its industrial-strength crackling boning, but that overwhelming stench of pig would completely ruin the overall volleyball prowess/morale by making us all horribly hungry.

[tyggerjai.livejournal.com]

lounge room volley ball
Is that what the kids call it these days?

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