In a message dated 7/28/00 1:06:29 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
azcycles@erols.com writes:

<< oh and im supposed to be the charming pukemaster?? I would have placed
the magic slippers on your feet last night but thanks to you and MF I
had my hands full! I cant believe you put her in the rear hatch - too
funny!
>>

Here... allow me to translate this for you lame-o's who didn't show-show.

DDC... Dirty Dancing Carol was slipping and sliding all over the
pukemaster... Propped up on her barstool, with her bottle of beer wedged ever
so.... so... obscenely between her thighs as she swung to-and-fro, the bottle
wiggling and waving like a... well, alot. She'd take another swig and keep
on talking. She talked alot. She groped alot. She groped the pukesmaster,
alot. "Ride home?" she asks. "Sure" MF and PM reply... we all amble out
into the parking lot. Well DDC thinks that we (we=people who showed up) were
going to pile into the Xterra... and she starts to crawl into the hatch
compartment of PM auto... hurdling backpacks like an olympic athelete...
climbing (give that girl some gear, she's a natural climber!) over various
sporting equipment and what not... finally, she is wedged into the tiny
gear-filled hatch... her her knees up around her ears somewhere... all
hunched over and smiling up a storm... so happy to have a ride... and she
says... "Ok! I'm in! You can close the door!" MF steps up, and shuts the
hatch. Noone was in the back seat...

-HB