Since everyone will be filing back in with photos and fragmented memories,
I figured we may as well start a new thread for all of it.

Lazy bums sure are taking their time.

I'd like to start with a few thank yous.

To Skeet and Goose for carting my ass around
and for playing mom and dad.
And for a few other things I don't wanna mention in public.

To Slackjaw for opening his home to all of us.

To eric for the gift.

To Kirk for the All New Magical Drinking Tiara™ and the feather boa.

To Hissy for the eye patch.

To Jack for finally getting all of us to the Cuff.

To the mini-Batemaster for having feet small enough
that I can hardly feel the boot she left behind in my ass.

To Rimmy for Hendrixing the Chicken™.

And of course to everyone who made the trip to come and
drink with us and provide us with entertainment.

I would like to thank everyone for providing the brief respite from the living hell my life will be for the next few months. Besides being fucking annoyed by Jacas NoOne™, I had a grate time.

More to come...

Thanks for giving us a grate place to relax & enjoy some of the best HG & Sour beer I've had.



Now back to the boring CO...

Kirk: Thanks for slipping me the big, tasty sausage.

SlackJaw and Jack: Thanks for providing the means to meet a bunch of great folks.

G & C: Your cover is blown. You're a curmudgeon, but of the warm and fuzzy variety.

Stroller: Thanks for being the biggest asshole I ever met.

So...
did you two "meat" up?

I couldn't pry her away from Kirk.

His sausage has that effect on the wimmin'.

I found that if'n you
totally ignore when
you are supposed
to fly, it all works out.

Missed the outgoing
flight, the next was
cancelled, the next
full.

Slept through boarding
on my outgoing, got
moved to the next and
got to hang w/Rimmy and
Loogie some more.

Almost missed the
last leg of my outgoing
from Cincy, got a
nasty sass from the
bitch @ the desk because
she said she'd been
calling for me to bored
for a while.

Tried to leave Sat. night,
but it cost too fuckin' much.

Only the arrival of the Mini
Bater Broad got me to the
party.

Seattle is a cool place.

I was very, very happy
to see Wogger NOT a
mess.

Oscar and Pissy are cool.

They are cool as xit™.

98.6

Agreed.
I went way too long without meeting those two.

Nice to hang w/Rimmy
in downtown PeeAttle too.

Thanks to Slackster for opening his home to us. Dood gots mad geetar skilz.

Thanks to whomever contributed funds to fly my poor student ass out for the big event.

Thanks to Jacky for makin' the morsels and taking care of my itinerary.

Thanks to everyone else for whatever you did.

Thanks to Oscar and Hissy for the transport and fine company on Sunday. Got to see a bit of the city, beautiful place.

A big thanks to whomever supplied the chicken which I Hendrixed the shit out of.

Thanks to the Liver for explaining the workings of a cell phone which, crazy as it sounds, has something to do with "electronics."

No thanks to Albert for fucking the sofa. Shit was fucked up. I never even heard of this guy, yet he walks in, drops his plaid shorts, fucks a goddamn hole in Slackster's sofa, then walks right the fuck back out the door. Very disrespectful. He's lucky I was too 'sinthed to move, otherwise I woulda ass raped the fuck with a dead rabbit. Anyone get a photo of the cuntweasel?

It was a messy wkend.

Thankz to everyone who
gotted me there.

The Chicken is a permanent fixture at Le Manoir Hanté.

He even wears Fluevogs:

The table looks a little empty now.

Um, that pic was taken over a year ago.

So H5 was represented then.

I did manage to get a few photos before my camera died.
It takes forever to edit on this laptop,
but here's one for the impatient kiddies.

Any of Jean Paul Sartre
reading?

Nope.
Gonna have to wait for the Kirkster on that one.

Here's Loogie,
probably checking to see if he still
has his junk after the mini-Batemaster left the room.

I hope you got one of
me hugging her on my
knees.

Oh.
No.
Way.

Fooking hilarious, that is.

Rumor has it Batemaster is a bad-influence older sibling, as well. Man after my own heart.

Bater da Hater.

Awesome.

I feel a kinxip
w/him on a 'cuz
he's basically
almost as kinda
sick as me.

Did he wear that to the Cuff?

It was the worst 30 seconds of my life.

Last time I offer to carry her luggage to the room.

Peeps,
I spoke with Dildo Batemaster. I imagine it's a peek back in time.

As for Stroller, riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.

Ok, on with the show. I don't have many, butt here we go:

The Self-Proclaimed™...

Should have won a prize for Best Dressed.

Worshipful BateMaster

That's a xit eatin' grin if I ever seen one. Ohhh yes... they came to worship:

Thanks to Gassy, there was pre-ban at Jackfest NoOne™. Yes indeed:

The General makes a necessary adjustment:

The Livza gets DOWN with his new theme song, Booze Pollution:

...

...

Bloody xits but the Liver ain't quit so I may have a year or two...