Pajama Party!!!

So we gather here, each week, all women (to my knowlege), and we are usually in our pjs, playing Mad Libs, while we drink.  What does that say to you?
 

FUCKING PAJAMA PARTY!!! 

I know what I'M wearing.  As soon as he ditches his jammies!

This is our very own international, no-driving-required, swear-up-a-storm drinkfest!!!  So ladies, let's make these ones extra dirty cuz we ARE actually grown-ups and can say whatever the fuck we want!

Mad Lib #1
Hint:  Why you should never be nice to old people.

1.  Color
2.  Plural Noun
3.  Adjective
4.  Exclamation
5.  Silly Word
6.  Verb ending in -ed
7.  Plural Noun
8.  Verb
9.  Plural Noun
10.  Verb
11.  Plural Noun
12.  Disease
13.  Verb ending in -ing
14.  Verb -ing
15.  Place

Little Purple Riding Hood

One day, Little Purple Riding Hood was thrusting through the forest carrying a basket of dicks for her grandmother.  Suddenly, she met a big eeri wolf. 

"SAY IT!" said the wolf.  "Where are you going, little taint?" 

"I'm going to my grandmother's Rio," she said.

Then the wolf stomped away.  When Miss Riding Hood got to her grandmother's house, the wolf was in bed dressed like her grandmother.

"My, Grandmother, " she said.  "What big ballsacks you have."

"The better to grope you with," said the wolf.

"And Grandmother," she said, "what big cunts you have."

The wolf said, "The better to ball bust you with."

And then she said, "What big cock rings you have, Grandmother."

But the wolf said nothing.  He had just died of genital warts from squatting Grandmother.

Mad Lib #2

Hint:  Be careful who you tell.

1.  Plural Noun

2.  Adjective

3.  Plural Noun

4.  Adjective

5.  Adjective

6.  Noun

7.  Twi-related Last Name

8.  Twi-related Last Name

9.  Place

10.  Twi-related Last Name

11.  Part of Body

12.  Type of Liquid

13.  Article of Clothing (Plural)

14.  Relative (ie. cousin, sister, brother, etc)

15.  Piece of Furniture

16.  Verb ending in -ing

17.  Adjective

Campfire Stories

It is always fun to chop up some pants and use them to build a/an moist campfire.  Then you get all of the tantra chairs to sit around the fire and tell scary stories.  You can tell about Ichabod Crane, the crusty school teacher of Sleepy Hollow and his sticky sweet adventures with the Headless Tongue.  Or you can tell "The Fall of the House of Hale," which was written Edgar Allen Cullen.  Or you can tell about vampires from behind the dumpster, like the terrible Count Swan, who bit people on the taint and drank their jizz.  By this time, many of the young campers will start shaking in their panites and will behin yelling for their second cousin's mother-in-law's uncle and go hide under a headboard.  Believe me, when it comes to finger-fucking a bunch of campers, there's nothing like a really late ghost story.

Thanks to everyone for playing!

Come back next week for Dangrdafne's turn to host!

-SV out!