original food fight thread

[Gato_Solo]

Hmmm...since nobody is here, I think I'll dig a nice, deep pit, fill it with whipped sour cream, and spray the entir floor, except where I'm standing, with cooking oil. Let prof's nekkid, wrinkled, fuzzy body run through that...

 

[leslie]

*rigs up a bucket of cherries attached to a tripwire*

 

[Gato_Solo]

*innocently pushes Leslie towards the pit.

 

[leslie]

ewwwwwwww why did it have to be sour whipped cream?!

*hocks a glop onto Gato's forehead and follows it with a chaser of fried pumpkin seeds for decoration*

 

[Gato_Solo]

ewwwwwwww why did it have to be sour whipped cream?!

*hocks a glop onto Gato's forehead and follows it with a chaser of fried pumpkin seeds for decoration*

It's not sour whipped cream...it's whipped sour cream. Goes with baked potatos, but, since I don't want to bruise, I'll just use mashed...

*Douses Leslie with freshly mashed, and buttered, potatoes...

 

[leslie]

*still likes sweet whipped cream better*

*follows the pumpkin seeds with pumpkin pie still in the tin*

 

[Gato_Solo]

Did somebody say Sweet Whipped Cream?

*Sprays Redi-whip down Leslie's pants...

 

[Gato_Solo]

Gives Leslie a wedgie with a real wedge of Wisconsin swiss.

 

[Gato_Solo]

*walks in, glances around, and pours warm, melted chocolate on greenfreak...

 

[Gonzo]

Creme pies for everyone

 

[Gato_Solo]

*Squirting honey mustard on Dark Angel...

Aren't you glad you started this thread? :P

 

[Gato_Solo]

Dumps warm, melted chocolate over Leslie's head, folloed by marshmallows and graham cracker crumbs...

 

[Professur]

*pours a box of granola down the back of Gato's BVDs.*



OHMIGAWD. Leslie's a S'more.

 

[Professur]

four and a half hours this guy's been going around with granola in his shorts and hasn't noticed. There's a real man for you.

 

[Professur]

28 hours, and still hasn't changed his shorts. I'm in awe. Either that, or he's used to going about with his shorts full.

 

[Inkara1]

...or that area was itchy and the granola is scratching it.

 

[Gato_Solo]

Nope. I wear boxers.

Pours stale, 12 year old beer over prof and Inky...

 

[Professur]

*drinks it anyways*

*Pours honey over Gato and rolls him in granola.*

 

[Professur]

*Ambushes Homelan with plastic easter eggs, which burst on impact spraying chocolate syrup everywhere*

 

[Professur]

*Smacks Inky in the face with left-over wedding cake*