Slap sure do love this time of year. There is always something going on, whether it be a party, gathering, or Taco Tuesdays. But, you gots to be very careful when you are around people dat you don't know that well, cuz something functified can easily happen. As a matter of fact, it just now happened to da Slapster.

The MAD organization (menstrual and dangerous) that Mrs. McDuner is president of just had their annual Christmas Party tonight. Of course, da Slapster had to show up at the side of his lovely sugar plum. Honestly, Slappy don’t mind attending these things, it’s just that people don’t seem to understand Slappy sometimes. But dats ok, Slap don’t expect much. The first thing Slap noticed is that MAD does not know how to decorate a Christmas tree. What da heck is a “sanitary napkin” anyways? And why would you hang them from the Christmas tree lights? And get this, there were little red bows on torque wrenches hanging from the walls. IT WAS CREEPY

Then the sing along started…Slap was expectin to bust out some Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer or somethin, but they went right into some funky song:
”Cramped up and roasting by an open fire,
angy and foaming at the mouth,
I...AM...WOMAN being sung by a choir,
And midol, in by the throne…everybody knows…”

Slap was trippin. What da heck was that? Anyways, after the sing along, the conversation turned to something else, and Slap started to dose off quickly. If the topic ain’t about Mother Glamis, you’ll lose Slap’s attention faster than a Banshee on nitrous. Slap’s head hung comfortably off the armrest of the couch, and he was feelin mighty cozy no doubt. And then Slap slipped into dreamland. BIG MISTAKE. All of a sudden Slap woke to being slapped on his headbone by six MADwomen. They were all over da Slapster. “Put it out…Put it out” they were yelling. They were tryin to kill Slappy they was. Da fight was on. Slap rolled around on the floor, scratching and a scuffling with the members of MAD, and they were tough. Slap was bein over run, so Slap pulled a Barry Sanders move and bolted out of the house. Mrs. McDuner gave chase screaming something about Slappy’s head, and fire from a candle by the couch or something, but Slap wasn’t listenin, Slap had to get out…

So you see, you gots to be very careful when you go out and visits with people dat you don’t know, cuz you can get seriously killed…So take it from Slap, stay on your toes…Oh by the way, do you smell something burning?


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[ 12-12-2002, 09:11 PM: Message edited by: Slappy ]

lol Good one Slappy.

hahah, thanks for the laugh to start my weekend.

You da BEST, Slappy!!!! Thanks for the laugh, I need it after getting all pukky feeling from reading all these post and articles about Mr. Danny and his founding fathers(yuck!!!)

Word of advice:
Watch out for your chestnuts when attending those MAD-meetings

HEHEHEHEHE! LOL! Me likes!

I'm new to the board but I've heard alot about you MR Slappy dude. Very funny story you wrote, keep them coming and have a great New Year.

Classic Slappy. A little late on the reading but still LMAO. Thanks. Peace