Originally posted by wildhoney22:
They have the RED PANTS....
I need money. Now.
LMAO....
Fade in. Clarence Hotel, Dublin, Ireland. Fall, 2002. Three ladies enter the lobby.
AM: Hi, we're here for the convention.
Concierge: Yes, just sign in here. Ah, what unusual pants....
CatDubh: Yes, they are, aren't they?
Ladies depart for main ballroom. Two more enter.
Madonna's child: Hi! Where do we sign in for the-
Concierge: Convention? Right here.
MC: how did you know?
Concierge: Lucky guess.
Eyes their pants as they move to ballrooom.
Loud honking outside. Over twenty women spill into the room.
Hippy: We're here! We're here!
wildhoney22: YES! Let the party begin!
clarity: Let's get it started!!
Jenny: There's the party room! I see tons of PLEBA girls!!!
Concierge: Ladies, please sign in here...and may I compliment you on your choice of attire?
Madamc: You may.
Eliz: Umm....has there been anyone else around here today? In these pants??
Concierge: Madam??
Madamc: YEAH?
Concierge: Uh no, I meant, well, your question is a bit vague. There are about...50 women in that room...all wearing those pants.
Eliz: I can see that...but....how about a MAN??
Madamc: Yeah, we want the man in the pants so we can rip them off him.
Loud laughter and some blushing
Concierge: Ah yes. I will let Mr. Clayton know that you have arrived, Elaine.
Madamc: Thanks. And send the waiter over with a big tray of drinks.
Eliz: YES. PLEASE DO.
Hippy: COME ON!!! let's go in and PARTY!!
Crowd of women, clad in Adam pants and poptart t-shirts, hurry to party their brains out. And they live happily ever after. The End.