A young(er) Fat Drunken Cupid was in a hearty 'Partying Down' frame of mind, lots his pants, and during a rigorous rendition of some Cracker song (probably Eurotrash Girl) knocked into a red candle, splattering its molten, crimson contents hither and yon, especially on a large section of white wall.
I, of course, was in the other room leading a scripture reading and preaching the virtues of temperance.
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What? Get the fuck out of here.
Debbie Chalmers proved herself a saint that fateful, spectasacular night!
What happened with the red candle? Did you singe your pubic hairs? What happened to your pants?
Weave us a story Unky Jack.
It was a dark and stormy night.
A young(er) Fat Drunken Cupid was in a hearty 'Partying Down' frame of mind, lots his pants, and during a rigorous rendition of some Cracker song (probably Eurotrash Girl) knocked into a red candle, splattering its molten, crimson contents hither and yon, especially on a large section of white wall.
I, of course, was in the other room leading a scripture reading and preaching the virtues of temperance.
xoxo Rev. Jack
I remember now. Your scripture reading was truly top-notch that evening. I haven't drunk a drop since.
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