Tonight, Senorita CalienteMess, Mr. GayMess, and I were doing like we do...dranking and such. And the following pieces of conversation happened. If you can guess what we were doing while having this conversation, all your wildest dreams will come true!** The answer will be posted this weekend! (spoiler alert- the answer has been posted below)
Mr. GayMess: "I think my little one will fit in that hole."
Senorita CalienteMess: "Mine fell out." *pouting*
Mademoiselle HauteMess: "Bitchy Little Rat Dog!! If you fucking eat any more of that, you will puke. And I will give you up for adoption."
Mr. GayMess: "I barely have 1 eye."
Mademoiselle HauteMess: "I'm nearly finished!"
Senorita CalienteMess: "I'm tired already."
Mademoiselle HauteMess: "*smugly* Yes, I should have warned you that one of the biggest downfalls is fatigue. *evil laughter*"
Senorita CalienteMess: "I'm gonna have a blister tomorrow."
Mr. GayMess: "Me too!" *whining*
Senorita CalienteMess: "Mine looks like a ritard, hillbilly, 50 Cent."
Mr. GayMess: "I LIKE it. I like looking at him....I think its cute."
Senorita CalienteMess: "That's what everyone says about ritards."
(note: Caliente is morally opposed to the word 'retarded' so she says ritard instead...the italian word for slow.)
Mademoiselle HauteMess: "I'm almost done!"*the prize is a sense of accomplishment from knowing you are awesome...and a shout out on this blog. :)
Senorita CalienteMess: "Yeah- those who picked the easy level can shut the fuck up right now."
** Not really
ANSWER: PUMPKIN CARVING!!!
While completing activity referred to above, the three of us were listening to Pandora on an awesome station rocking Craig David, Mariah Carey, Boyz II Men, etc. All of the sudden, a flute comes sailing across our ears and I called for a silence. Senorita CalienteMess rolls her eyes and says, "Are you fucking serious??" To which I replied, "Of course. Rose died this week...we will listen to this and we will sing along." .... Celine Dion, "My Heart Will Go On" plays in the background.
Mr. Gaymess: "Wait! Who died? A little girl?"
Senorita CalienteMess: "No! The old bitch in Titanic. Mademoiselle Hautemess barely remembers this! She was like 7 when that came out."
Mr. GayMess:*staring off into the distance longingly* "I remember the dance mix."