So, folks, I'll be leaving after my party ends. It's been a cracking couple of weeks and I've enjoyed your company immensely. I hope to see you all here at around 8pm. Any latecomers will suffer the fate of a forfeit! As you can see, I have prepared a small function room and food will be provided. The bar will be free between 10pm and 11pm, but please drink responsibly. I'm off to get ready! please log in to view this image
Leaving parties are for ****s and *****s. Only sad, desperate ****wits would throw their toys out the pram about something really pathetic on GC, like anonymous rep or something similar, start a thread about how offended they are and why they're leaving, to then come back and bore everyone ****less. (I'm not referring to you btw)
Come now, T, don't be a party pooper. I want you to try my homemade coleslaw. I am genuinely leaving, though. I will not be able to post again for at least six months, perhaps longer. Anyway, enough of the doom and gloom. Get yourself home and dig out those sparkly trousers.
please log in to view this image I've got this outfit spare if anyone wants it... A few rogue stains, but nothing too sinister.
The cake has arrived - please log in to view this image And the food - please log in to view this image And the balloons - please log in to view this image
I once went to a Gentlemans smoking evening and at one point a burd was shooting ping pong balls out of her fanny. Can we have one of those please.
In Bangkok a Thai lady asked my wife and I would we like to see a ping pong show. After I politely declined, my wife asked why anyone would pay to watch table tennis at 2am.
As a younger and less moral man than I am today, I too attended one of these shows in Bangkok. I was approached afterwards by one of the performers whom I'd observed on stage pulling a string of razor blades from her vagina, and she asked if I wanted her to accompany me home that evening. Not wanting to risk having my cock slashed to ribbons, I politely declined and took my pleasure elsewhere.