How do you think a get together of all of us would go? I know me and ernestwell[Snip - Mars23] would argue.Me and Purplepassion would make out.

What do you think would happen. Good or bad

bad idea..

it all ends in murder..or an orgy...either way i don't want no part

i was gonna say we were going to run out of cheese doodles in a second.

Folks would get drunk

Well I've already had Orgers in my guest shower. It was awesome.

Brang it on.

^^^^
sexy... u are a lucky man john

johnart said:

what was Zombie like?

johnart

ur with kidsgurl zk and who??
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nyse said:

she looks familiar...not sure who she is...

TheKing662 said:

You'd be locked in the lonely room

nyse said:

peacenlovealways said:

before they all start telling lies about me I will quickly say I was very very nice and I still am!!!

peacenlovealways said:

Hokie!!!

i've only met two orgers.

I haven't met any. Although Zombie's dad is either at the bottom of the ravine at the front of my house or working in the kitchen of the cult down the road, dressed like feral Cheryl

ehuffnsd said:

I've only met three orgers,but talked to a few others on the phone

I've Met a few, and they were mostly pretty spunky..Oops I mean Funky

I've met about 150 orgers already. It is always a great time meeting Prince fans.

johnart said:

did an orger take the photo, or was it hubby?

All of the orgers that I have met (so far) have been cool.

I would rifle through your purses, drink all the liquor, forget I can't hold mine, win the dance contest and wind up in the hospital.

ehuffnsd said:

tricks dont count.

The cliques would get off on the entire circus but considering what I have experienced on here I otherwise see it as being a massive bitchfest. No thanks (wait for applause)...

Never met any orgers...yet...

ZombieKitten said:

nooooo....she looks way different...

ZombieKitten said:

I wouldn't believe them if they started saying anything negative....

peacenlovealways said:

Awful. She was rude. Wouldn't let anyone get a word in.

And I'm pretty sure she stole.

whistle said:

It was either hubby or the master.

OK, this is a strickly fictional account, but I've met orgers on 2 occasions (20 total orgers I believe) and here's a hypothetical account of what COULD happen:


1. You arrive from at the Airport and meet your first orger--probably somebody like CarrieMPLs. The meeting is always polite..even sweet. Then she starts complaining about the way you drive, but you don't pay her complaints much attention because you're still traumatized by the rental car associate with the hair scrunchie that processed your rental.

2. Everybody meets up at a Bar and the night appears to be going fine, but then an orger...we'll say Muse gets into an argument with another orger, and all of a sudden you're navigating a mindfield of who likes who, and who hates who, but you're too drunk to care or remember who you're supposed to get along with. In the meantime, Carrie is on your 12th cigarette break outside because smoking is not allowed inside the club, and while outside she scores a number from some guy she thinks is cute, but you know when she sobers up she'll realize she hates his shoes and that's reason enough not to call him.

3. The next morning everybody meets up to have breakfast and recap the wonderful time they've had so far. Because everyone is sober now, the conversations are polite, and everyone has stopped hating each other. You notice that some of the folks still smell like the bar from last night, but that's ok--you didn't brush your teeth that morning. For the first time in the entire trip, somebody mentions Prince.

4. Everyone goes out the next night, and having felt that they now know each other more---they argued, they cried, they screamed--in short, they've grown as people in that short time much the same way the cast of Real World MTV does..I digress, since everybody knows each other, they start gossiping about orgers that aren't there at the event. You get the sense that even though there was A LOT of drama the last few nights, you've missed out on a few details of the friendships forming because you're almost certain now that a few of the orgers have been fucking each other. At this point, Carrie finally gets drunk enough to spill the beans on your previous meetups. Anxiety, having been there 3 days with everyone at the events, utters his first words. He says "thank you" to the waitress serving you guys posh, gimmicky, potato pizzas. You all go out to First Avenue where you run into Bobby Z and Muse's beautician backgrounds makes her feel compelled to fix his prun-ish face. At this point Carrie is so drunk she's started a little mosh pit to the ill-suited Salt 'n' Peppa song "Push it."

There's more I could say, but suffice it to say org meetups are a lot of fun...just pay attention to who's fucking who because navigating the mindfield of drama only increases your org street cred.