In my mind, Oktoberfest Week was kind of a bust. There weren’t that many giggles, there weren’t that many pictures of hot frauleins, and we never really got into the spirit of things. And this picture is NOT helping the matter. At this point though, who cares? So that is why you get a picture of a chubby blond in a black skirt, a semi-chubby dirty-blond who’s messing around with a Blackberry or some other PDA, and a fake blond with bad footwear.

Oh oh. I actually just pieced this together, but, these girls are holding roses and giant hearts because it’s a Valentine picture, right?

Figures.

Oh well. Happy Valentine’s Day!

Mercifully, this concludes Oktoberfest Week

I’m sure many of you are thinking that the German version of the Doublemint Twins isn’t half as sexy as our North American equivalent, but after a few steins (and possibly a roofie colada with a meth shooter), Fritz and Reinhart really start to grow on you. Don’t take my word on it, take the word of the over 3000 satisfied women that Fritz and Reinhart have made sweet love to over the last two years.

That’s right, two years.

Prost!!!

Hey Hans, your fingers will still be there tomorrow. But you know what won’t be? Three big chesticled women. Just sayin’.

It’s that time of the year again – the time of year to hoist a stein or five, sing the Ketchup Song and ogle beautiful women in short skirts and terrible 80’s hair.

Join me in getting Oktoberfest off to the start it deserves….3….2….1….”Prost!”

I know I’m only speaking for me, but Oktoberfest week has probably been the bestest week ever in Mitchieville. It even beats the *Check Your Package For Bumps* week we had not too long back. And since it’s Friday, and since you’ve been boozing it up, and since your significant other went to bed an hour ago and left you sitting at the computer looking at large breasted German chicks drinking beer, I’ve included a few extra pictures for you because I know that *urge* you get every 4 hours or so is about to kick in.

Sure, you’re welcome.

Blond, big breasted, beer drinking lesbians. Does anyone else dream that heaven is exactly like that? The only thing that could be hotter is if one of those blonds had a roast beef sandwich squished between her tits.

Man, if these girls asked me to invade Poland, I’d be in Warsaw by the morning. And that would still give me a enough time to explore some pretty amazing German hills first.

I’d mögen gepeitschte Creme auf Ihren Brüsten verbreiten und sie weg lecken sehr langsam.

There’s some mean looking Oktoberfestian girls in that group, but nothing a few steins of Hefe Weizen couldn’t correct. How about you, do you like Oktoberfest women, or are you more a fan of the Moldovian Sausagefest? I know it’s none of my business, but I like to know who my audience is.

I haven’t been to an Octoberfest in a few years, and most of the memories I have consist of consuming a crap load of Spezial and barfing alot. The last Octoberfest I was at I went to Bingeman’s, to this day I still puke when I drive by there. Oh ya, them some good times.