Blogfest 2009
The Four-Horned Mountain Goat is a majestic, magnificent beast, that we are going to sacrifice at Blogfest 2009 ™.
And when is this party, you ask? An excellent question. Saturday, August 22, at maybe 6 or 7 pm. Oh, and it’s going to be at The Manor.
We had a great turnout last year, and we hope to have an even better turnout this year. We are going to have so much fun this year that we will be whistling zippity doo da out our bumholes. That much I can promise you.
The theme for this years Blogfest is *Bailing out the Scumbags*.
Fenris and I will be handing out blank cheques to this years attendees, who will in turn fill them out to their least favourite group that the government subsidizes, and then we are going to burn the cheques.
We may also sing while be burn. We might even throw things. We will swear, for sure.
There will be games, tons of food, great company, a broken pear tree, and a few celebrity mystery guests (that might not be true).
Would you like to attend Blogfest 2009™? Sure you would, why wouldn’t you?
Consider this your invitation.
This is an open invitation, if I know you (from the site, of course), you’re pretty much as good as in. Don’t be shy, I’d like to meet you, too.
Email The Mayor at themayor at (@) mitchieville.com for directions, and all other inquiries.
Good day to you.
July 16th, 2009 at 7:12 pm
That animal looks delicious. I’m in like Ignatieff on a torture session.
July 16th, 2009 at 7:17 pm
Will there be cake and ice cream?
July 16th, 2009 at 7:29 pm
Excellent, Larry.
Cudgel, not only will there be cake and ice cream, there will be two girls and a cup. And more ice cream. But the cup is for the ice cream. And two girls.
July 16th, 2009 at 7:45 pm
I’ll try desperately to make it, but,living Way Out West, it’s difficult to find the time off.
If I can make it, can I be the guy to shoot the goat? I’ll bring my trusty Long Rifle along.
July 16th, 2009 at 8:22 pm
The Mayor’s parties always include something special: like revellers taken away in ambulances, near death experiences, and the more common place drug, alcohol, and cholesterol overdoses. I will not mention the firearms, belt fed automatic weapons, new identity papers, nor the latest weapons from a crashed UFO that I sell for cash, gold, or drugs.
Being presented with more food than you can eat does not mean your should try. Do not drink the rocket fuel that the Mayor calls ‘rye’. And latex catsuits are neither easy to put on, nor take off.
I do not know how he does it every weekend, but every weekend I have been there, that is what I have seen. His liver is worth cloning.
I will certainly be there, Mayor.
July 17th, 2009 at 5:20 am
Mr. Mayor, I am afraid that I will have to decline your kind invitation. I certainly wish that I could be there with you all, but I have just started a lucrative new business, and can not afford to be away.
The name of my company is, “I insulate old shacks for the gubmit.” My first contract is with the State of Arkansas. It seems that a full 97% of all homeowners in Arkansas qualify for some federal upgrade program. And believe you me, it is AMAZING how much you can charge for a tube of caulk, and the labor of 2 undocumented Mexicans!
But y’all have a good time without me anyway. Send me some pictures…
July 17th, 2009 at 6:14 am
RSVP
Likewise, I’ll be working too.
(code for: I’d rather keep you guys at a distance)
sshh, Andy, in the biz, those details are called “trade secrets.”
July 17th, 2009 at 5:13 pm
Gee,nancy, why do you want to keep us at a distance? Aside from Fenris, the role model for Anthony Hopkin’s character in “Silence if the Lambs”, we’re a pretty harmless, normal bunch.
Except,of course, for those of us who aren’t.
July 17th, 2009 at 5:14 pm
Sorry, “Silence OF the Lambs”.
July 17th, 2009 at 5:47 pm
Okay Mr. Morris, but only if you promise they be no roofies, LSD, or cat suits.
July 17th, 2009 at 7:10 pm
No promises ’bout the cat suits.
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August 21st, 2009 at 6:48 am
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