'tis Wicker Man happy hour, heathens, find yourself some bald mountain & get bare, if sexfully inclined. If you're me, it's a bare mountain whilst bald(ing).*
*Don't be correcting me with minutiae, no time. Stuff ain't gonna burn itself.**
**I'm kidding. No matches, rain left every stick soaked & I ran out of vino.***
***Hey look, a pyramid. Merci, extraterrestrials.****
****That's a right triangle, you idiot.*****
*****[speaks in tongues]******
******[raspberries, to fellow oldsters, now kids virtual bird]*******
*******The Earl needs a battlement.********
********Third-personing is the first sign of you-know-what, next, a hexentanz over the corpse of one's enemies to smite-in-the-bud any potential blood vengeance, such a tale soon adapted into epic verse, then a saucy puppet show, then a period piece that can do nothing but lose money except in certain overseas markets like Latvia.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Walpurgis time, excellent, we're not worthy
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Dear Witches:
Please cast a spell on Danny Boy Snyder.
No, I don't care if he ever wakes up. Yes, I will make a nice, big fire in the fireplace in your honor.
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Graves, you swine!
So it has come to this: Satanism?
Did you bring extra napkins?
Regards,
Tengrain
we plan to party down because it is Walpurgis night. A very special night indeed! Have a happy heathen time Randal. :)
if, Washington hasn't made any truly Snyderesque, i.e. bonehead, moves yet.
Hope that's not a sign of Quetzalcoatl stopping by early.
tengrain, I don't see a single overt or implied mention of Satan, the body of Anton's dead, deceased corpse or Dick Nixon.
liberality, shouldn't you be reading instead of misbehaving, hippie?
No matches, no dry sticks, no vino and no libido? You want to stage a pagan bacchinal, you're going to have to get your act together, Randal.
This dude came prepared.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2oQa9dHY61k
No better way to celebrate the Eve of Mayday than with a scary soundtrack. Oh, the evil spirits that I was summoning have arrived. Gotta go.
SWA, who said anything about no libido? You forget I'm a married man. Thank you, I'll be here all week.
davidly, next, hippie drones!
tom, tell congress I said 'hey.'
Sorry I'm late. My broom ran out of gas on the way back from the mountain celebration. Happy May Day. I'll be sleeping in tomorrow.
Does this mean I have to tie a ribbon around my privates and dance around a may pole? Just asking.
susan, few things have worse gas mileage than a broom.
demeur, whatever you do out of eyeshot is fine with us, unless it's voting.
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