If you had a party in your parents house....

faceman

...and a once-a-celebrity-in-the-eighties was there and he/she wrecked the place really bad. (he/she ripped the fittings off the walls and all!) Who would the celebrity be and why? Also what would you tell your parents?

Sangre

...put the joint down.

The Free Man

there were celebrities in the eighties??

faceman

faceman wrote:

...and a once-a-celebrity-in-the-eighties was there and he/she wrecked the place really bad. (he/she ripped the fittings off the walls and all!) Who would the celebrity be and why? Also what would you tell your parents?

You had gary coleman at your house?

whassupp2

......all the members of Status Quo.

faceman

I was more thinking Conrad Bains (Mr. Drummond) party man extraordinaire! Check out those jumpers! If my parents quizzed me on the gaff id say...









'what u talkin bout willis?'




Sorry couldnt resist!

11.3 SECONDS

Elvis because he is nothing but a hound dog.

However, your parents will believe he is dead so you are off the hook.

frobisher

David Banner pulling a greeny. Or Andre The Giant.

Dooom

Ironman. Although there'd have to be a few burn holes in walls and things, to show his drunken laser cannon target practice.

Patricide

Ozzy, Id say that it was ozzy and the likely hood of it happening again were slim to none.

Doctor DooM

Spike wrote:

Ironman. Although there'd have to be a few burn holes in walls and things, to show his drunken laser cannon target practice.

"so yeah, Mam, this superhero totally turned up and had to deal with the inner turmoil of, like, being an alcoholic government pawn in an asian war by like, totally destroying the sitting room with repulsor rays.."

Gone West

Spandau Ballet

simu

Frank from Bosco... because he's a wacky guy... and I'd tell my parents that it was art or sth.

Good q btw.

Endurance Man

Mr T

Nightwish

Timmy Mallet, cos then my parents would overlook the party and understand why the house is in such a sh1t state.

pickarooney

I'd start by explaining why we were out of milk and barbiturates.

Huggles

Hulk Hogan ftw, why? Because he is coooooool!

Hulkamania! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! LOL

Pompey Magnus

:eek:
Has no-one mentioned The Hoff yet?

Bye Bye chandeliers.

Terry

tiffany.

i tried, but i couldn't think of anyone more obscure.

Nightwish

julep wrote:

tiffany.

i tried, but i couldn't think of anyone more obscure.

Debbie Gibson...now she was hot!

Hugh Hefner

Nightwish wrote:

Timmy Mallet, cos then my parents would overlook the party and understand why the house is in such a sh1t state.

You must hear Jack Dee's bit about Mallet lighting his farts in replacement of the the Olympic flame.

Tha Gopher

NWA, so I could "blame it on Ice Cube".

Funnily enough a loaded gun got pulled at the last house party I had, when I was 17. Guns drawn, doors broken, weed smokin bird pokin carpets soakin and an attempt to drive a lawnmower in the garage.

Best party EVER.:)

Terry

Tha Gopher wrote:

NWA, so I could "blame it on Ice Cube".

Funnily enough a loaded gun got pulled at the last house party I had, when I was 17. Guns drawn, doors broken, weed smokin bird pokin carpets soakin and an attempt to drive a lawnmower in the garage.

Best party EVER.:)

was it in Leixlip in 1992?
if so, it was me. wasn't my gun, belonged to the owner of the house. it was fun though.
i smell a new thread.

Tha Gopher

lol nah, it went down as one of the most legendary notorious gaff parties in my locale amongst this generation though.

Regarding the excuses, the party ended Monday morning (distinctly remember this, as it was that morning the postman dropped in my college acceptance letter). The oul one was home Tuesday, so I somehow managed to get everything in a reasonable state. Cleaned the carpet, replaced a few broken implements or just plain threw them away, someone had pissed in her room had to clean that:eek:

Only thing I couldnt get sorted was the door, so I went into a long winded waffle about how my little cousin had been around, had taken my phone, locked herself in my mams room and threatened to text sh1t from my phone to birds on the phonebook for a laugh, but found she couldnt open the door, so I had to kick it down after the key broke (in truth, during the party this slut had locked herself inside and couldnt get out as that lock was always dodgy and near impossible to turn with your fingers. I asked her to pass the key under, intending to open it by gently lifting it with some pliers. The fcukin key snapped in half. Thus, my alcohol impaired judgement mixed with roars of "im fcukin serious if ya cant get this open im pissin in here im dyin!" led me to make one of the poorer judgement calls of my life and engage in 2 minutes of fist and feet combat with my mams door)

To save my neck, I explained my young cousin was very upset and embarrased at the whole thing, and that I told her id tell nobody so dont say anything to her.

My oul lad smelled a rat (what with the drink having been cleared out). In a sort of plea bargain type deal I sort of pleaded guilty to holding a party in return for a ceasing of investigations into what actually happened at it.