Ladies Lunch
This ought to be humorous. Irene's attempting to host a ladies lunch at her place on Thursday, honoring the birthdays of two buddies. The menu's been chosen with great care, Grandma's china is being dusted off, fresh flowers shall be arranged... Amidst the celebration, a geriatric dog will be hauling her furry ass from room to room, dropping bits of fecal matter willy-nilly. I can just hear me now..."Oops. A truffle must have rolled off the dessert cart. Pardon me while I retrieve it."
posted by Irene at 5:05 PM
12 Comments:
Just make some SOS (SH&^ on a shingle) and no one will know the difference!
How fun! Will there be a pinata?
I've tasted your "truffles"...Haley's feces aren't too far off base...
Uhh...SW here again. Did anyone notice the disgusting fingers holding the cookie/muffin in Irene's latest post??? I hope those aren't Irene's digits...
I thought they were her toes?
Are you making your famous spicy cheese straws?
Just serve Baby Ruth's as well and you'll be all set.
Nothing makes a bigger flap
Than a luncheon of dog crap.
Pass the salad, pass the wine
This is how we love to dine.
One thing that we won’t permit
Is an entrée of dog shit.
For reasons we won’t get into
NO THANK YOU MR. MACADOO.
Sounds like some readers are a bit envious that they did not receive the much sought after invites to your distinguished and exclusive luncheon. Did your brother win an Emmy? Are you done talking about it?
Was the luncheon a success?
Or did it become a mess?
Did you wear a fancy dress?
Set the table to impress?
But perhaps I do digress
Time for Irene to confess.
Hope the meal did not possess
Signs of Haley’s bowel distress.
The party was a grand affair.
Sophisticated, debonaire.
All went off without a hitch
Put Depends on my furry bitch.
Ha, ha, ha. I laughed out loud at that one. First I thought your lunching lady friends were the bitches in depends b/c you all must've been having such a good time. Then I realized it was a reference to Haley.
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