I’m going all Oprah on you’re rear ends and hosting a super-cool giveaway here at The Modern Gal. Wait, is that something Oprah does? I’ve never really watched Oprah, so I can’t be 100 percent sure).
The thing is, you’ve got to CLICK HERE to read all about it. What are you waiting for??
P.S. I’m having some problems with comments on the page you will click through to, so in the mean time leave comments HERE!)]
I freaking LOVE Lean Pockets so I better win this so I can stuff my face with them all year.
The craziest party I have ever been to is pretty much every single party during Mardi Gras, but that is definitely not PG rated, or even R rated so I’ll just leave the specifics up to the imagination. I can guarantee that at least one person goes to the ER every time!
I tweeted about the giveaway (actually, I used reverse psychology so NO ONE would enter but me!!) and my Twitter name is @MomandDem!
The craziest party I’ve ever been to… well, I guess it was the one in college where we drank absinthe and wore boas. The next day I told my roommate we should have taken pictures and she was like, my entire camera is filled with pictures and you’re in most of them.
Sigh.
You know what would have made that party better though? Lean Pockets.
This is hilarious timing as I ate only Lean Pockets for lunch the entire two weeks I was back in Tennessee and just added them to my grocery list back in SF. They’re so convenient and yummy–working from home, I often struggle about what to make for lunch, and I think I’ve finally found something that would work day in, day out!
Please don’t enter me in the contest. Please oh please.
But I like to comment. I have to say I was grimacing all the way through the post, but that’s admittedly because my only exposure to the food-in-pocket-form phenomenon is through the comedy stylings of Jim Gaffigan.
And my craziest party was unquestionably the one revolving entirely around the activity of tabling.
The craziest party I’ve been to was at my very own apartment a few years ago on NYE. The dancing got so out of control that my friend fell off the couh and busted his head open on the floor! Was definitely ER worthy but alas, he slept it off. We may or may not have eaten lean pockets after the incident.
Just Tweted! (@foodiesatwork)
The craziest party was one that I had at my house years ago. It sleeted and snowed, the power went out and then there was 24 drunks stuck at my house, since no one could leave, everyone got drunk even the DDs.
I tweeted about the contest.
http://twitter.com/wandadh/status/22691579307233281
I freakin’ love Lean Pockets (Actually, I love anything that combines carbs with meat) 🙂
The craziest party I have been to…playing wing girl to my friend and ended up at some drinking party (this was before I was of age) where I knew no one. It’s more harrowing than crazy being the only sober person in a room full of crazy drunk people who keep peer pressuring you to drink.
Tweeted.
http://twitter.com/FFoodNFFashion/status/22711868736929792
I guess it’s appropriate that I’m typing this as I’m eating a Lean Pocket! 🙂
One of the craziest parties I’ve ever been to is actually one where you were in attendance, too. I’m speaking, of course, of the Smiths’ wedding extravaganza. You know it’s a good party when you find a pair of grubby sneakers on the sidewalk while walking home and decide to ditch your high heels and wear them instead. Oh so sanitary. And I think about half of my Facebook friends are people I met that night. Fun times!
When I was in college, I started following the blog of a musician in NYC. He decided to go on tour but to play all of his shows in the living rooms of his fans and friends and ended up playing at my house for about 30 friends. We had a really great time – much beer was consumed, and my housemates and I had fun finding all of the bottle caps for the next few weeks. We even found one IN a bag of potato chips!
Craziest party story (with ER trip included)…My roommate and I were trying to retrieve a third roommate and his lady-friend from the apartment swimming pool (after already rescuing them from the hot tub) during a lightning storm. After agreeing to get out of the pool, the two inebriated fools decided that one final act of drunken idiocy was in order before turning in for the evening. He proceeded to launch her rather gracefully into the air above the shallow end of the swimming pool, where she completed a well executed flip followed shortly thereafter by an unsuccessful catch on my roommates part. Soon after entering the water, she impacted the bottom of the pool face first. Fortunately for her, the alcohol had sufficiently numbed her face so that she couldn’t feel the blood gushing from her forehead, nose, and chin. Needless to say, chaos insued, and before all was said and done a large caravan of folks raced her to the ER. After a few hours spent in the ER and some minor plastic surgery a few months down the road, she was as good as new.