Title: Whitie tightie
Summary: Jack judges a whitie tightie contest, Grace goes to France on a designing deal, Will does not approve...
Disclaimer: Will, Grace, Jack, Karen, and everyone else, are not figments of my imagination, but of those who do own them. I promise to return them when I am finished.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Humor

Will and Grace's apartment
Grace walks out the door.

Will, have you seen my push-up bra? asked Grace.

No, sweetie, I think Jack borrowed last week. Why are you in such a rush to go to work? Is Karen sick?

Not that it would make any difference, but I would like to get some work done before I leave for Paris!... Are you surprised? Grace stated with a look of elation.

Oh my God, honey, that's so...

Will, aren't you happy for me?

Well...um... Grace, sweetie, TAKE ME WITH YOU!

Will, I can't take you, I - I just can't

Common Grace, It'll be fun, just you and me, in Paris, He said with an almost realistic French accent.

Oh, Will... Grace said, sounding sympathetic at first.

Grace, you know how much I love Paris, Will said as his eyes glazed over. The sights, the sounds, the hot, naked guys,

No, Will you got to go away for three months to that island, and I had to stay here with Jack watching gay porn, Grace explained.

But Gracie, that three months was business, and this will be, well, business, but it's still different, Will definded.


You know what, I'm not goning to stay here and argue with you, I'm late for work, bye She said and with a flick of her hair she slammed the door and was gone.

And don't complain about gay porn, some of us enjoy it, He called after her.

Karen's house
Karen! Karen! Jack called at Karen's door.

Hold it honey, Rosario's comming...ROSARIO! Karen called back. Door opens, Jack shoves Rosario into a plant.

Guess what Kar!

Your acting career finally took off. Wait a minute, what am I thinking? Karen broke in to a witchy laugh. Oh... I need another upper,

No, silly, you are looking at a judge for the Manhatten Modeling School's Whitie Tightie contest! Jack told her.

Oh, that's great honey, an afternoon full of people clothed in syntheticly fabricated naughties! Karen said. Do they have a bar?

Do I speak fag?

Oh, Oodles, Pick me up at 11:30.

But Karen, you're not over your hangover until around 1,