XRD Stag Night

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  1. What has been planned for this event? :twisted:

    I hear Taloolah is the surprise act
  2. MLP is the MC and there is a few other surprises to follow :twisted:
  3. Shake him fcukin rotten if RJ jumps out the wedding cake and grabs the bride. :twisted: :twisted: 8O :D :D :D
  4. 8) There's talk of a wee surprise....although, he's already had one stag do :D :wink:
  5. He's got to get the shift off to get married first! :lol:
  6. You're a midget then? Perfect height for him 8)
  7. Charming!!!

    Believe me mucker i do not want to end up in my local A&E anymore having suffered that indignity many times over this last year!!! i will however be having several large beers in about an hour so standby to standby!!

    Cheers all and those strumpets that are thinking.........if only it was me!! :wink:

    Royal out!!!
  8. Best of Luck and Happiness for the future Royal

    Night order book.
    Report speed, position, and state of bottom at 2359 :D
  9. XRDs night out:

    4:45 PM

    Stomach: Cool, he's napping. That's good, I need all the energy I can get to work on those two crunchwrap supremes he just plopped down here.

    Colon: Sorry, gotta do my 'thang.

    Stomach: Colon! You just woke him up! I'm not even halfway done with this yet. Whatever, sounds like he's up and about now. You're trigger-happy, Colon. It's not safe!

    Colon: Sorry.
    6:00 PM

    Stomach: What's that, Skin? He's in the shower? Sounds good. Whadaya say, Balls? He's using a lot of soap? Nice!

    Balls: I know!


    Stomach: What the hell? A beer? A freezing-ass beer in the shower? Whatever it's just one, but really?
    7:30 PM

    Stomach: Margaritas and nachos? Are you making this a theme day or something? Bladder, heads up. Looks like we're in a friggin' Mexican restaurant on margarita night.

    Bladder: 10-4, good buddy.
    8:00 PM

    Stomach: What the HELL am I supposed to do with all these beans, guy? You think I've got a machine down here turning re-fried beans into stardust? Those grumbles are me saying to chill out! And Colon, don't you get any ideas.

    Colon: I'm fine. Shut up.

    9:30 PM

    Stomach: Wow, I'm struggling. I'm begging for a nice nap, but from what Nose tells me we're in a dive bar. I just hope I don...JAGER SHOT! JAGER SHOT! Alert! Alert! Set condition one and seal all emergency hatches! Looks like he's getting shitfaced, everyone!

    Penis: Yeah!

    Balls: Alright!

    11:00 PM

    Stomach: Bladder, you're doing great. We're working together like gears in a Swiss watch. I set em' up, you knock em' down. I passed off most of the heavy lifting to Intestines. Colon is keeping up his end of the deal. We're cool. I just hope...JAGER SHOT! JAGER SHOT! Damn that one really shook...we can't keep taking hits like this!

    12:00 AM

    Eyes: Everyone, are you seeing all these babes? These girls look awesome!

    Penis: Alright!

    Balls: Yeah!

    Stomach: Shake it off, you three! That's the third pitcher talking and you know it! Hold it together! He's switching to whiskey!

    1:00 AM

    Stomach: We're at condition red, I can barely hold this together. There's booze getting into everything! Looks like Brain is starting to shut some things down. Sorry, Penis.

    Penis: Bullshit!

    Balls: C'mon!

    3:00 AM

    Stomach: Oh god, I'm a wreck. Eyes said he's riding shotgun to get drunk food now...he's sitting on the Hindenburg and doesn't even know it.

    3:15 AM

    Tongue: Head's up, Stomach! It's not pretty! He eating some kind of f*cked up diner burger with a fried egg on it!

    Stomach: I'm going to lose it!

    Bladder: Me too!

    Colon: Me three!


    3:16 AM

    Nose: Gross!


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