This is the last '80's themed party I go

This is the last '80's themed party I go to. That anyone will ever go to. While I will dance to Love Shack Baby I also will keep the Purple Secret. Horsemen of destruction are

worrisome, but Kate was okay. Like a knight shining, purple armor from a long time ago, just in time to seize the day, Fred called. Kate sighed, "My hero." "Right," said Fred.

He put his feet up on the coffee table and flipped through cable channels as he listened to Kate's blathering phone call, offering an occasional "uh-huh". Fred hadn't changed his

underwear this week because his shipment was on backorder. Fred never washed anything. He'd throw it away & buy a new one. Kate, however, was a hoarder and retrieved Fred's briefs

from the floor and sold them on eBay to people apparently unable to soil their own men's underwear. The profits paid the rent on her storage units which contained her collection of

Elvis cassette tapes. She was obsessed with arcane technology & good hair. If selling soiled underwear got her here, it was worth it. Tapes were stacked to the roof of her mansion

-sized pizza box. The cassette tapes had nowhere better to go, so into the old crusty cheeze it was. She really didn't want to have to do it, but it was the best money could

buy, at least with a Crusty's pizza combo coupon & the Big Top Bonanza Day's deal. She reheated the extra cheese pizza with the incriminating Crustygate tapes inside & served them

With double sausage and pepperoni so he would have a heart attack.