This pool party is a disaster.
Would someone get Edie out of the pool before she drinks it up and put a decent swimsuit on her...
Marilyn just swam over from next door, “Poolboy, be a dear and get the hook and yank her out of there. Put her in cabana # 11, dose her with sleepy’s and let her ride out the night with Andy Warhol.”
Oh Gawd this party is over! 86 Brittney now! “No not cabana # 86, I mean dump her ass in the surf...STAT!”
Who does this tramp belong to? I’m gonna snatch that bitch bald if’n she aint gone in 60 seconds.
Oh thank God Shemar showed up! “Shemar darling...So...How’s it hanging? Got any weed?”
My personal poolboy Pierce is reving up his truck to remove the undesirables.
Were moving to the VIP pool and stage for obvious reasons.
Ssshhh! Quiet ever’body the show’s about to start, “And Now Ladies and Gentlemen, Heeeere’s Grace!”