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Did they ask for volunteers or were they doing it to everybody? No wonder it was drinks beforehand. What a bizarre office party!

Did they ask for volunteers or were they doing it to everybody? No wonder it was drinks beforehand. What a bizarre office party!

Sorry--new computer with sensitive key pad.

I don't know. No way I was going into that goat-screw of a gig. Drank my drinks, ate my dead cow, hauled ass.

BTW, I have a sensitive key pad, too, sis. Not to worry.

Haw! Just how toasty do you get after pounding down half a dozen Shirley Temples? Do the Maraschino Cherry Juice go to your Reptilian Brain Component?

No matter. We bloggaz, we have no shame.

Not even compared with the guy who buys the inflatable sheep at Sunset Novelties because he's too lame to score with a real sheep.

The Velocigod doesn't drink Shirley Temples. It's Wine Spritzers only from what I heard.

Love Ewe.

Mean it.

Buh Bye.

Once the squirrel can forgive you, you can then forgive yourself.

ballsack sniffing?

I hate those stupid shows where they feel compelled to drag audience members on stage.

Those hypnotist turds are only a slight notch on the food chain higher than mimes, at least in my book.

Skeptical of ballsack sniffing, are we? Well you wouldn't be the first, I trust. Perhaps I should send you that introductory brochure. Might take the edge off a bit.

Kim, you should have gotten drunk and showed your ass, Cat

office party with martinis, dead cows, stripping hypnotists?

me thinks I missed the boat... i got a dollar store glass chess board for the holiday.

fuck me sideways, i'm at the wrong company.

When I was in the military, I went to a Halloween party at the enlisted club on base, and they had some famous hypnotist as the headliner. I was sitting with some buddies at a front table, and I missed being called up front, but he had several people up there. I decided to play along, and followed his instructions as he put them under. I felt myself 'going away' as if down a long, black tunnel, and it scared me, so I pulled myself out of it and 'snapped back'. When I 'came to' I noted that all of my friends were staring at me funny, and had moved all of the glasses/pitchers/ashtrays out of my way. And I had lost fifteen minutes of my life, and I had no idea where they went, or what I did. Bet that guy gets a lot of pussy for free.

Ensorcelled! Damn fine word.

I went to a hypnotist many moons ago to quit smoking. I sat there and watched 30 people 'go under' while I twiddled my thumbs. The session ended, I walked outside and lit a cigarette on my way to the car. I could have bought 4 cartons of cigarettes for what I paid for that sillyness.

All that, and you can't come up with the tossin' of the chicken bones like Aunt Raechel did for a livin'(or a hobby, if you're lookin' for a new one)...

I'd rather be hypnotized nekkid then have her throw the bones in my direction... Especially if I was gonna talk to God the next night. Aunt Raechel , she could fuck one up with a throw of the bones.

But you should choose the hypnosis, as long as nobody else was lookin' that way...

Was his name "The Great Lewdini"? If it was, he was a roomy of mine in the late seventys. That you didn't go on stage with him renders you a very lucky buttplug indeed!

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