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07/31/2005: "Kari's BDay cont. cont."

Crickett's LiveJournal Entry cont.

More random perviness occurs, but K. and I are beat to shit, so we go hide in B.'s office. Eventually, we got everyone out around 6:30am except Slappy. See, Slappy's passed out to the point of being nearly comatose. So they get her moved to the mattress in the Nookie Room, put all of her clothes next to her, cover her up so she won't get cold, and let her sleep it off. We figured that when she woke up in the morning (or whenever), she'd wake one of us up and we'd let her out of the house. (There's a fence surrounding the property, with lovely sharp razorwire on top, and unless you have a key to the padlock that locks it, there's really no way to "escape the compound", as it were.) We all crashed. (Thankfully, the shoot that was supposed to occur at 10am that morning had to be cancelled due to lack of talent. Um...I mean, due to the fact that some of the talent cancelled at last minute.)


One hot mama!

Two-thirty in the afternoon rolls around, and K. and B. are stirring. I wake up around 3. They tell me the news. Slappy has somehow managed to escape the compound. They looked all over the house, and there was no girl anywhere. We call Kari, who comes over to pick up some of her presents and things that she left here the night previous, and when she arrives, she fills in the blanks.

Apparently, Slappy has some sort of alcohol sensitivity that she's seen doctors about and everything. Basically, she has two drinks, and she blacks out. Doesn't remember a damn thing from the night previous. So Kari had been awakened at some point in the morning by Slappy standing over her while she slept, saying, "Why didn't you wake me up....I had to go to work today!!!" And then Kari started listening to the messages on her phone. Slappy had conveniently left a trail of them (as well as a trail of nuts, actually, up to K.'s office). Message #1 began with, "Where am I???" Message #2 was along the lines of, "I'm going to have to climb over barbed wire here AND at your house because my keys are at your house". Message #3 was, "I did it. I climbed the razorwire. Um...why does my coochie hurt????" After being regaled with all of this, Kari and her puppy when on their way and the three of us went to the Brite Spot for some well deserved Pancakes & Lovely Bacon. It took us all day yesterday to recover, and a bit of today as well.

-Crickett

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