Yo, TwAtlantans,
Your inbox is full and I
need your addy and
digitz.

A'ight, the trip's all set.

I'll be out of Lounge
Land and in the
RL from Jan. 8-
Feb. 1.

Got tripple-A?

Nah, I'm still driving
mommy's whip-
Vlad the Impala.
It's only got 15k on it.

See ya in a couple weeks.

Damn! I just found this thread.

Missed opportunity.

Does this trip include EuroFuckyLand?

Later this year,
hopefully.

Gimp,
Can you make it
to Kirkenstein's
on the 10th and/or
11th?

Or TwAtlanta the
8th and/or 9th?

We have space...

Hell, I'll pay for a
room for a super
rare Gimp appearance.

I wasn't inviting him
over you guys' heads.

Doesn't look like it right now. Lots of shit going down the start of the year.

Echolation is used for navigation.

Heard you have trouble with the locatin'.

No worries, the 'Open' sign is always on at our place.

Come on up Gimpy!

I don't think he exists.

In what sense?

Why does that make me think of Abby?

They misspelled-
"Wogger's crotch."

Hittin' the road about
noon Tally time 2morrow.

I'm lookin' forward to
layin' out a carpet of
crotch punches along
the Atlantic seaboard
and points a bit inland.

Have a fantastic voyage.
Sorry I'm gonna miss you.

When did you get a life?

He has one every
winter, just not
one he likes.

We both knew it was
a crap shoot.

Being The Man of Leisure,
at least for the rest of
my Tally Time, I'll be
back up the NE.

The Mayor arrived safely yesterday. We took him to see The Thing last night and drank some hooch. We took him to the Botanical Gardens today.

Hans Conried just pulled into the parking lot...

Give Hans my regards.

Who'd a thunk that Oscar, Hisskitties, Prol, Gimp, Kirk, Nymph, and the rest of that clan all lived Nebraska way. I always thought they talked too funny to live in that part of the woods. That and they never mentioned bonin' sheep...

Hope you all have a good time porkin' sheep with Louchie!!!!

Naaaaaa,

Xit City's on the wrong coast. Louchie's got a lotta mountain roads to traverse between Hotlanta and Kirkistan. I wonder if he'll make it

















him an that purty mouth o' hiz . . .

It's a 4 to 6 hour drive from Oscars to here, depending.
Tell Hans hey!
I think it will be boringer here.

Mebbe, but it will
deafeningly be
Kirkensteinyer.

2 days in and my
heart cockles are
extremely well
warmed.

The Thing was a
kinda hoot, mostly
on a 'cuz I sat next
to Ostard and the
entire front row was
running out to share
illicit drugs every 3
minutes.

O's kid is 63% vampyre
and has to be to school
before dawn.
That sucked.

One of the cats
here has a squab
on its ass.

Retarded old men
think oysters grow
on plants.

Hans Conried, the
Courier is a Master
Hootch Mooch.

Fucker.

And a closet footwear
fetishist who travels
great distances to get
just the right hoof cover
in just the right size.

Lose yo' bitch?

Call Ho' Jack.

Lil' Ritchie Kent
got his cherry broke
all the way to vintage
and woke w/the taste
of smoky leather on
his buds.

Sad, soft Amy had
her purview exploded
by civic duty and
avoided a Google
search in the back
seat of Vlad the
Impala.

Hissy'll be back later
to explain, and relay
the fascinating tale of
the Jihad Model Houka
and other points of
stimulation.

Time to clean up and
hit the road to
Kirkensteinville.

I 'll post more but right now all I can say is "Not fucking long enough".

If it were any longer,
your ass would be
even bloodier.

And xit,
I ain't left
yet.

We went up to the roof and found a group of youngsters drinking Kubler.

We called over to one in the group who appeared to own the bottle and started talking to him. Dickie Kent is his name and we took him downstairs for a little edumacation. There was talk of knives and the last dinner party with Dahmer as we walked him away from his friends and toward the elevator. We poured some various samplings down his throat and decided to go for broke by giving him a taste of 1914 and then some really old rum. Liver got up and sprayed a glass of Lucid to rectify his palate in the end.

Wrote down some site links, gave him a copy of Conrad’s book, a spoon and what was left of the P35 from the party and sent him on his way.

It was all very charming. Kind of like a mercy fuck.

Hans is hoping to catch up with you guys on some of the stops.

I think that Ostard may have to recunt the Official Hookah of the Jihad story.

Hows abouts sum pics?

Liver and Hans has 'em from last night.

Tell Hans to come on up for the second stop.

and a third . . .

Yeah, pics you bitches!