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So kind of Mordant to suggest this barbeparty to celebrate young Yagg's successful navigation of this rite of passage. Place is certainly filling up now the hostess is awake and passing round the soggy macaroons and party snacks.
Lurid is mixing some damn fine martinis but I can see Rothkoid itching to get his hands on his cocktail shaker. Boys, Boys! You can both be Tom Cruise this evening.
Ganesh and Sax doing Morrissey dancing over there by the fridge. Loomis and Haus eager to join in and tapping their toes but they are just too cool in those elegant tuxedos.
Happy 'Lithers mobbing Yagg as he recovers from the ordeal of the traditional 200th Poster's speech, slapping him heartily on the back as he is interviewed by _pin and Ellis for their zine.
Ariadne, down off that table, not in those stilettos! Go and join the queue in the kitchen where shortfatdyke is doing celebratory tattoos. I can hear some poor soul screaming now, having shortfatpoof emblazoned over his back. Oh, it's me...
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