The night is young and I have already been made an offer I can barely refuse, I think wickedly, watching Spidey's ass as he glides back into the kitchen...... this is gonna be my kind of party. From my throne (my usual spot on a barstool behind the bar) I people-watch or rather scope the scene for possible victims. In the distance I can hear the faint sounds of pleasure coming from the graveyard...just as it should be I reach up and turn the music up just a tad to mask the moans. Kids....sheesh!...I think to myself. I scout the crowd noticing those that mingle and those that stand aloof...hmmmmmm..... so hard to pick just one
Having made some mental notes, I decide I had better check on things in the kitchen.....wonder if that web slinger needs any help

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The practice of putting women on pedestals began to die out when it was discovered that they could give orders better from there.~ Betty Grable

If I wanted your opinion, I'd remove the duct tape and ask you for it.~ Me
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