The Mayor isn’t sure why, but Oktoberfest really brings out the lesbo in a lot of women. Maybe it’s not even Oktoberfest, maybe it’s just booze, no one knows, it’s a mystery. One thing is for sure though – if there’s an Oktoberfest party going on, you can be rest assured there will be plenty of girls going throat deep on brats, followed by hours and hours of women cleaning each others’ mouths out with their tongues. For the record, that isn’t very hygienic.
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In celebration of Oktoberfest, The Mayor woke up this morning, went outside and vomited on an ant hill. Then he went to McDonald’s and spray painted graffiti on their front window. Later on this evening, he intends on eating a brat, vomiting some more, with multiple displays of public urination.
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?
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.
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.