The Shindig Turned Sour Shenanigan

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Good day my fine friends today’s picture and blog are of a shindig I had attended after having been lured by a friend into tagging along under the false assumption there would be a chocolatl fountain that I could luxuriously nest the evening away in.

Here as you witness the shenanigans were in full swing, my pal was at this point missing presumed slumbered in intoxicated state and was eventually found, thankfully just in the nick of time, chilled to the marrow at the bottom of the chest freezer after an incident of gluttonously foraging for meaty treats to replenish the rapidly diminishing banquet. To this date I still harbour a perfectly rational fear of cabinets-de-deep-and-chilling-factor and have often thought to campaign in earnest that it be mandatory they are affixed with a safety harness for any activity involving more than surface surfing. However I have since decided as long as I do not possess such receptacle or venture never within the known vicinity of such then `let other parties beget the campaign` leaving my good self with more time to pleasure the public with my variety entertainment.

Well after my initial miff, at the duplicitous means of my party entrapment, on discovering the obvious lack of the anticipated fountain of cacao rivulets, though a bundle of brownies did curb the wrath considerably, and to be honest due to my distraction at the abundance of luverlee laydees as witnessed here, I embarked on an initial wooing mission with the luverlee floral-clad background-beauty.   I cast my, usually effective, glad eye of woo upon her fine self and was just about to launch into my routine-de-lurve when she did smite me across the back of me head and said "Be gone before I set the cat on you". Now yours truly is not one readily known to bandy aspersions in the direction of a laydee but I feel this was a more than malicious tongue that lashed me with this harsh verbal as tis well renowned I have suffered a number of unfortuitous entanglements resulting in temporary disfigurements from fang and claw cat-studded attacks, however I bowed out, more with haste than with grace, and shimmied over, with not-too-little-festering resentment, to partake in a jive with, as you see here, the luverlee laydeee robed in a fetching little crème-numero.

Meantime however, the bounder at the back, no doubt envious of my lithe and hypnotically leggy limbs and foolishly under the assumption that `they`were the root of my natural charm, not my exceptionally handsome visage, therefore were supposedly responsible winning the attention of all and sundry, decided to expose his own, admittedly arresting, pair in competitive quest.

Simultaneously, the young string-strumming wonder to my rear right had declared to all and sundry that he was the chosen medium for the channelling of the late Jimi Hendrix and was belting out, on his complicated apparatus, Purple Haze with such a passion that through careless use of a seating piece it resulted in a tad-too-much of a tilt rearward bound.

Well all was brought to a catastrophic halt as a trouser entanglement that caused a losing of footing and the swaying resurrected rock star did both bring about a twin-tumble-and-collide type incident. Such was the resulting shock wave it made my own self incline forward in a keel mode and clutch M’laydee’s robe with my brownie besmeared mitts bringing about a further smite from another member of this family of swift-handed femmes. There resulted a collision of non too congenial chaps and chap-ettes `and` the afore-threatened cat, the only party missing from this party fiasco was my chilled-out chum.

Amid the fiasco and party debris of food, fighting family and friends and wreckage of fripperies and furnishings I managed to at last secure an exit and wended home without delay.    I boldly state to this date I have no conscience as to whether `le chat` that I eventually managed to dis-embed from my back after a number of painful miles, secured a safe or successful passage home, though I shed the occasional tear from rumours abound that state I have been banished in permanence from that family’s fold.

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