Nah nah nah, talk about coming belongs in the orgy thread!

Hmmm...No one invited me to that party....It must have slipped everyone's minds....

I guess I'll just hang out with Shawnee and this mason jar full of pickled okra. :)

Okra - bleurgh!
And if you have it in a Mason jar you need to be at Shawnee's party!

BTW, no-one was invited to the orgy. We all just crashed in from the brawl.

Well if you don't like pickled okra, I brought pig's feet. No worries! :)

I wasn't exactly invited to the orgy...I was sort of pushed through the doorway to be shocked in horror at the sight of Zenny humping a couch. But no worries, he'll be over here, soon enough, I am sure.

I'm not sure I could attend. I can't think of a Tupperware party without thinking of the ones my mom had periodically when I was a tyke. First, they were in the Living Room. This was intimidating enough by itself--it was usually closed and we weren't allowed in. There was a "den" for TV and general tomfoolery.

Second, all kinds of plates & cups came out of the cabinet that were never used, at least not at any meal I was privileged to be at.

Third, it was made very clear that we would be a) out of the living room; b) on our best behavior; c) quiet; or we would be d) sorry.

All things considered I think I'll stay home. But it was nice of you to invite me.

Shawnee nods knowingly, and wonders if she should tell SD that it was probably a woman's sales party, but the wares probably weren't of the tupper variety.

She then sidles over to the buffet table for some jello surprise and some pickled okra. She then decides some surprises aren't funny (what was IN that jello, case?)

Okra: Nature's single serving tubes o' slime. Can tupperware even hold them?

Case notices some of the other guests and perhaps even the host of this party might actually discover the secret ingredient to her jello surprise. Panicked at the notion, she attempts to distract her fellow tupper-wielders by singing very loudly and badly to the Neil Diamond record that is playing (Shawnee has a record player, too!)

"SWEEEEET Caroline...DUNT-DUNUH!"

Cloud, about to knock on the door, with her hands full of jello shots, hears the Neil Diamond blaring through the windows . . . and hesitates.

Case hears some shuffling at the front door and stops singing to go see who it is. "Cloud!" she exclaims, brightly ", I was hoping you could drop by!" Case leads Cloud into the kitchen, fully relieved that nobody has yet determined the secret ingredient.

Cloud pastes a smile on her face and quickly--quickly!--passes around the jello shots, hoping that a few of those will dull the pain. Or at least let her change the music without anyone noticing too much!

and oooh! she spots the food! and all the lovely little Tupperware samples.

Footfootfoot brings squirellnutkin as a chaperone and asks how much tupperware he'd have to buy in order to wake up next to shawnee123 in the morning. Then he asks if LJ can spot him a couple of C notes till payday.

Meanwhile squirell nutkin has polished off all the Walmart Merlot he can find and most f the jello shots and is trying to crawl up under Brianna's Sweater. He falls asleep due to the warmth and dark.

SamIam with soda sprayer still in hand, stumbles in from the brawl across the street. "Can I get one of these in tupperware?" she asks brightly. She sips her okra flavored jello shot and spies squirellnutkin's tail hanging out of Brianna's shirt. Believing Brianna to be under attack by a rabid animal, Sam aims her sprayer at the small creature. "Wet T-shirt contest!" yells foot x 3.

I won't say it's impossible, but if it's true, they did a great job of covering their track with actual Tupperware purchases!