This, despite being a clear attempt to preempt the DOTY awards, requires some input from our camp.
Were I to have a dinner party of DUmmies, I would serve a sumptuous feast, knowing full well that I would be reimbursed by the producers of Dinner for Schmucks 2. I would invite:
Cali - to test for earwigs
Judi Lynn - to stare at the feast, shaking her head over how many Central Americans it would feed
Taverner - after burying any and all prescription drugs, cough medicine, and mouthwash in the backyard
TheMastersNemesis - because every party needs a braying lunatic: "This Roast Beef Makes Me Regret Being Here At This Dinner Party"
Whatever Hollis is Calling Himself - after being hosed off in the driveway; I'd need a raconteur
ProSense - because I think it'd be fun to see how she refers to herself when she can't post a link to herself.
Lady Freedom Returns - after being hosed off in the driveway and without a bag to take home leftovers
kpete - she can see what someone else has put on their plate, then choose that plus one cherry tomato.
William769/Fat Che's Little Brother/DonRedwood - I list them together because I suspect they'd, um, become one, if you know what I mean. Take it to the backyard, boys.
Dreamer Tatum - And would ask that lad to sit next to me.
malaise - to sit in another room and pontificate about how awful the adjoining room is.
CalPeg - after dinner entertainment to soothe my aching seed.