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"Once upon a time there was a fab forum. " This is brilliant Friday night comedy 😆 | |||
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"Once upon a time a bloke got a reply to a message that said What a big cock you have It's was little red riding hood " The wolf is the Dom in this one 🤣 | |||
Cinderella and the Naughty Slipper" (After Dark Edition).
Act 1: The House of Hard Labor
(The stage opens to Cinderella scrubbing the floor in her tattered dress, her movements exaggeratedly sultry as if performing for an invisible audience. The Fairy Godmother appears in a plume of glitter and smoke, holding a wand that vibrates slightly and hums.)
Fairy Godmother:
Darling, darling, don’t scrub so hard—
You’ll wear out the floor... and your charm by the yard.
Why the long face? Spill your woe!
Or shall I conjure a cocktail to go?
Cinderella:
Oh, Fairy G, life’s so unfair,
My stepsisters flaunt their goods everywhere!
They take all the fun; I’m stuck with the chores,
And haven’t been kissed behind any closed doors.
Fairy Godmother:
Not kissed? Oh, honey, that won’t do!
You need a good… ball. Or maybe two.
(They both smirk. The Stepsisters, Betty and Bertha, stomp in. Their outfits are skin-tight, obnoxious, and so revealing it’s comical.)
Betty:
Oh, poor little Cinders, working away!
You’ll never find love, no matter how you sway.
Bertha:
But don’t worry, we’ll shine tonight!
At the Prince’s ball, we’ll snag him tight.
(They cackle and wiggle, exaggeratedly hip-thrusting towards the audience.)
Cinderella:
(Aside to the audience)
Why must I suffer their bawdy display?
I’ve got curves, too, under all this gray.
Act 2: A Saucy Transformation
(The Fairy Godmother prepares Cinderella for the ball, pulling questionable items from her magic bag.)
Fairy Godmother:
Now let’s get you dressed! But forget the gown—
You’ll need something that turns heads around.
A split here, some lace there,
And shoes that scream, “Come upstairs!”
(Cinderella twirls and transforms into a stunning outfit: a plunging neckline, thigh-high stockings, and glittering heels that could double as weapons.)
Cinderella:
Oh my! I’m a vision, a tease, a delight!
Will the Prince resist this sultry sight?
Fairy Godmother:
Oh, he’ll resist about as well as a d*unk at a free bar.
Now remember, midnight’s your time to flee—
Unless you want him on bended knee.
(They wink as Cinderella struts off to the ball, hips swaying like a metronome.)
Act 3: The Ball of Temptation
(The Prince’s palace is a decadent affair: velvet drapes, golden chandeliers, and a crowd of exaggeratedly flirtatious guests. The Prince, dashing and oozing charm, lounges on a throne-like chair with a knowing smirk.)
Prince Charming:
Let the games begin! I seek a match—
Someone with fire, not just a pretty catch.
(Betty and Bertha arrive, attempting to seduce him with hilariously awkward results: Bertha does an impromptu “sexy dance” and trips over her heels; Betty tries to sing but cracks embarrassingly on a high note.)
Betty:
Oh, Prince, I’m the answer to your dreams!
Bertha:
Ignore her—I’m better… I’ve got better schemes.
(Cinderella enters, and the room falls silent. She moves like liquid desire, her heels clicking loudly on the floor.)
Prince Charming:
Who is this vision? This goddess divine?
I must make her… mine, all mine.
(They dance, their movements growing closer, hands lingering in places that make the audience blush. The Prince whispers something in Cinderella’s ear that makes her giggle and blush deeply.)
Cinderella:
(Playfully pushing him back)
Careful, Your Highness, you’ve only just met me.
Prince Charming:
Then stay till dawn—I’ll make you forget me.
(Just as things heat up, the clock strikes midnight. Cinderella gasps and flees, leaving behind a single glittering heel.)
Act 4: The Naughty Slipper
(The Prince, holding the slipper, looks both perplexed and aroused.)
Prince Charming:
This shoe is enchanted—it hums in my palm.
It’s more than a slipper; it’s dripping with charm.
I’ll find the woman who wore this delight,
And make her my queen by the end of the night.
(The Prince embarks on his search, trying the shoe on every woman in the kingdom. The scenes are hilariously suggestive: the shoe vibrates wildly when placed on the wrong foot, eliciting gasps and shrieks. Finally, he arrives at Cinderella’s house.)
Betty:
It’s mine, it’s mine! Oh, let me try!
But it’s too tight—it pinches! Oh, why?!
Bertha:
It fits me better—look at my heel!
(She shoves her foot in but winces in pain.)
(Cinderella enters, demure but radiant. She slides the shoe on effortlessly.)
Prince Charming:
It’s you! My goddess, my flame, my desire!
Let’s not waste time—my heart is on fire!
(He pulls her close, their chemistry sizzling. The Fairy Godmother appears, clapping gleefully.)
Fairy Godmother:
Well done, darling! You’ve sealed the deal.
And proved the magic of a killer heel.
(The cast joins in for a bawdy final song full of innuendo, celebrating love, passion, and the magic of finding the right fit—in every sense.)
Finale Song:
Everyone:
When the slipper fits, the sparks will fly,
And love’s not shy—it’s worth the try!
So wear your best, and strut your stuff,
‘Cause life’s too short to not play rough!
(The curtain falls to laughter and applause.)
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"Please feel free to insert your favourite Irish fabbers and let’s see who’s getting cast and who’s hosting the ball
Cinderella and the Naughty Slipper" (After Dark Edition).
Act 1: The House of Hard Labor
(The stage opens to Cinderella scrubbing the floor in her tattered dress, her movements exaggeratedly sultry as if performing for an invisible audience. The Fairy Godmother appears in a plume of glitter and smoke, holding a wand that vibrates slightly and hums.)
Fairy Godmother:
Darling, darling, don’t scrub so hard—
You’ll wear out the floor... and your charm by the yard.
Why the long face? Spill your woe!
Or shall I conjure a cocktail to go?
Cinderella:
Oh, Fairy G, life’s so unfair,
My stepsisters flaunt their goods everywhere!
They take all the fun; I’m stuck with the chores,
And haven’t been kissed behind any closed doors.
Fairy Godmother:
Not kissed? Oh, honey, that won’t do!
You need a good… ball. Or maybe two.
(They both smirk. The Stepsisters, Betty and Bertha, stomp in. Their outfits are skin-tight, obnoxious, and so revealing it’s comical.)
Betty:
Oh, poor little Cinders, working away!
You’ll never find love, no matter how you sway.
Bertha:
But don’t worry, we’ll shine tonight!
At the Prince’s ball, we’ll snag him tight.
(They cackle and wiggle, exaggeratedly hip-thrusting towards the audience.)
Cinderella:
(Aside to the audience)
Why must I suffer their bawdy display?
I’ve got curves, too, under all this gray.
Act 2: A Saucy Transformation
(The Fairy Godmother prepares Cinderella for the ball, pulling questionable items from her magic bag.)
Fairy Godmother:
Now let’s get you dressed! But forget the gown—
You’ll need something that turns heads around.
A split here, some lace there,
And shoes that scream, “Come upstairs!”
(Cinderella twirls and transforms into a stunning outfit: a plunging neckline, thigh-high stockings, and glittering heels that could double as weapons.)
Cinderella:
Oh my! I’m a vision, a tease, a delight!
Will the Prince resist this sultry sight?
Fairy Godmother:
Oh, he’ll resist about as well as a d*unk at a free bar.
Now remember, midnight’s your time to flee—
Unless you want him on bended knee.
(They wink as Cinderella struts off to the ball, hips swaying like a metronome.)
Act 3: The Ball of Temptation
(The Prince’s palace is a decadent affair: velvet drapes, golden chandeliers, and a crowd of exaggeratedly flirtatious guests. The Prince, dashing and oozing charm, lounges on a throne-like chair with a knowing smirk.)
Prince Charming:
Let the games begin! I seek a match—
Someone with fire, not just a pretty catch.
(Betty and Bertha arrive, attempting to seduce him with hilariously awkward results: Bertha does an impromptu “sexy dance” and trips over her heels; Betty tries to sing but cracks embarrassingly on a high note.)
Betty:
Oh, Prince, I’m the answer to your dreams!
Bertha:
Ignore her—I’m better… I’ve got better schemes.
(Cinderella enters, and the room falls silent. She moves like liquid desire, her heels clicking loudly on the floor.)
Prince Charming:
Who is this vision? This goddess divine?
I must make her… mine, all mine.
(They dance, their movements growing closer, hands lingering in places that make the audience blush. The Prince whispers something in Cinderella’s ear that makes her giggle and blush deeply.)
Cinderella:
(Playfully pushing him back)
Careful, Your Highness, you’ve only just met me.
Prince Charming:
Then stay till dawn—I’ll make you forget me.
(Just as things heat up, the clock strikes midnight. Cinderella gasps and flees, leaving behind a single glittering heel.)
Act 4: The Naughty Slipper
(The Prince, holding the slipper, looks both perplexed and aroused.)
Prince Charming:
This shoe is enchanted—it hums in my palm.
It’s more than a slipper; it’s dripping with charm.
I’ll find the woman who wore this delight,
And make her my queen by the end of the night.
(The Prince embarks on his search, trying the shoe on every woman in the kingdom. The scenes are hilariously suggestive: the shoe vibrates wildly when placed on the wrong foot, eliciting gasps and shrieks. Finally, he arrives at Cinderella’s house.)
Betty:
It’s mine, it’s mine! Oh, let me try!
But it’s too tight—it pinches! Oh, why?!
Bertha:
It fits me better—look at my heel!
(She shoves her foot in but winces in pain.)
(Cinderella enters, demure but radiant. She slides the shoe on effortlessly.)
Prince Charming:
It’s you! My goddess, my flame, my desire!
Let’s not waste time—my heart is on fire!
(He pulls her close, their chemistry sizzling. The Fairy Godmother appears, clapping gleefully.)
Fairy Godmother:
Well done, darling! You’ve sealed the deal.
And proved the magic of a killer heel.
(The cast joins in for a bawdy final song full of innuendo, celebrating love, passion, and the magic of finding the right fit—in every sense.)
Finale Song:
Everyone:
When the slipper fits, the sparks will fly,
And love’s not shy—it’s worth the try!
So wear your best, and strut your stuff,
‘Cause life’s too short to not play rough!
(The curtain falls to laughter and applause.)
"I may get my glasses | |||
"Please feel free to insert your favourite Irish fabbers and let’s see who’s getting cast and who’s hosting the ball
Cinderella and the Naughty Slipper" (After Dark Edition).
"Don't know if this is something you came up with yourself but it is something I would love to see. | |||
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