Media Thread, page-4223

Well how about this ......just for something different ...... whilst at the dance the "pursued" Belle .."Ms IMU " - so smitten with the attention ...from the BP partners and so overwhelmed at the choices ...keeps taking a detour between dances past the drinks bar . Feeling pretty saucy and confident and onto her 5th or 6th round ...plus a couple of party pies ....and a few slices of cold turkey ..... she stumbles a little dizzy from both the attention and the assorted beverages ...then ...... suddenly slips on a piece of oily turkey skin...her left leg shoots out from under her and she falls flat on her back . One of the admiring BP's launches to the rescue ....like a knicht in shining armor . Just as he is reassembling the crumbled form ...there is a volley of little hiccups ...then out of the blue .... massive projectile vomit shrouds him and all close bystanders in stale alcohol / coke/ wine chewed up lettuce / cashews and party pies ...and some un chewed twisties ..and bile . The music stops suddenly , as does the dance - the the atmosphere in the room transforms in an instant; the Turkey is whisked off the table by the dance hall proprietor and thrown out the window ..fearing a negligence law suite pending ...
The rest of the BP's who had been waiting patiently for their dance with the Belle quietly leave the room ..... mindful of the "FR paparazzi " clicking away with his Minolta 305 and chatting into his dictaphone .