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Originally Posted by Hitch
I'm picturing a 60's-era cocktail party, complete with updo's, full skirts on the dresses, hosiery and heels, men in suits with the wee decorative pocket hankies, and trays of dreadful hors d'oeuvres being handed around...wee pigs in blankets, grease soaking into the Pillsbury Doughboy's contribution to the fine dish, skewered by the omnipresent toothpick with cello on the end. Your man in Havana, hammered, falls over backward, and plants his head in the middle of aforementioned tray.
Yup, that's what I am getting.
Hitch
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I am pleased it wasn't just me. I almost posted a follow up suggestion of "Cocktail Party: Toothpicks from the Back of my Head" from a very similar line of thought.