House of Ill-Repute [Friday night]

[nojesusfreak]

Biff had an awesome hat.

Biff had a menorah.

Biff had a kitchen full of smoke because Biff couldn't cook latkes.

Happy Hanukkah, housemates!

[OOC: Open for housemates if you love the SP. A house with an infant, a toddler, and a neurotic dog has made life interesting this week...]

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[suit_of_awesome]

"How have you ever gotten laid?" Barney wondered, looking at Biff's hat with disdain. Thankfully, no harm had come to the alcohol in the cooking process.

[nojesusfreak]

"I can work this hat," Biff proclaimed. "Bet you couldn't get anywhere wearing it."

[suit_of_awesome]

Biff so did not even know what he was saying here. "Planning on wearing that hat until you have sex with a woman?" Challenge put out there, oh yes.

[nojesusfreak]

Biff blinked. "What will I get? Other than the sex with a woman part, of course."

[makesfaces]

Jim still had time before he needed to be at the radio station. But, well, smoke made you think that maybe - just maybe - there was a reasonable news story going on in your home.

So he came down the stairs to find out if he needed to run outside and away from a fire. "Oh. You're just cooking," he said.

He didn't sound very relieved.

[nojesusfreak]

"Want a latke?" Biff asked, holding up a charred ember of what used to be a potato. "If you put sour cream on it, you won't notice the burnt parts."

Which was all of it.

[makesfaces]

"I'm having trouble noticing the unburnt parts right now," Jim noted.

[nojesusfreak]

Biff shrugged. "I'm from Judea. What do I know from potatoes?"