Hsssst! BT. Did you get the dish soap to sneak into the hot tub? I got me a thin little transparent plastic tub that I can snake through the bushes and put the end in the tub. Then with the help of this funnel, they'll get more bubbles than they know what to do with, heh, heh.
And I got the Jamaican **** Fire sauce to mix into the punch bowl, snicker, snicker. While they're worrying about cooling down after that spicy punch, and getting rid of the foam, we'll hit 'em again with the ballons and super soakers. I figure if you go straight in, screaming like a mad man, from the front, with the water balloons, and I hit 'em from the left flank with the super soaker, we ought to be able to create enough panic so we can hit the motorcycles before they get their wits about them.
I already talked to thier "male servants". Those guys were only in it for the money. And they're pretty tired of rubbing feet and such. Pepe and crew are preparing whipped cream pies that they will hurl at the women during the fracass.
Pepe says he's already made enough cash, and he's been paid. He just wanted to get his kids some good Christmas presents this year, and maybe take his wife somewhere special for a weekend. He asked if he and his crew could come over to our camp for the rest of the week. I said sure, c'mon along. He's got the attitude of a true He-Man-Woman-Hater at heart. I apologized for calling him a sissy-boy.
Where'd Rohnjon, Vyapti, Allen, and the others go? We could use thier help right now. You got 'em on a mission?
Now, I've got the tube in place. Here's the funnel. Start pouring the dish soap in three, two, one...
Seeeeeya; Goodweed of the North
