Betty Blogger and The Heretik welcome you to the The Damned Dancehall House Party held all weekend here at Lefty's Lounge. High above the Bay of Confusion, we welcome those who come as they are, those who have come and gone. We welcome those who have come before us and we look forward to those yet to come later.
Nobody needs to get sloppy, all drinks will be served neat. Or straight up. Or on the rocks. Or both. Those whose lives are on the rocks will be served at no charge. All others may drink for free. Since it is summer, there will be a cover charge, but only for people in suits. Unless those suits are swimsuits. The press pool will be open all night.
If you sample the Skinny Dip and Chips at the buffet, our bouncer/lifeguard Nurse Ratched says no swimming for fifteen minutes. Randall Patrick McMurphy and the Red Headed Strangers will be playing on Friday Night. The Trophy Husbands will sit in and jam on Saturday. We look forward to getting down and dirty with you. Let's all have some good clean fun.
QUESTION: Who is the most damned person alive today?
Swim in the Bay of Confusion at your own risk
I have a tray of clams on the half shell! My fingers are killing me from opening them.
Posted by: Night Bird | June 24, 2005 at 05:31 PM
Damn the damned media into eternal damnation!
Cerveza please.
Posted by: Agitprop | June 24, 2005 at 05:49 PM
Here you go, Bird. Have you been up to the press pool? I popped in suddenly and all the reporters had to cover their asses.
Posted by: Franz K | June 24, 2005 at 05:50 PM
Franz, yuck!
Posted by: Night Bird | June 24, 2005 at 05:55 PM
Cerveza, Kommandante. Refresh the page and take a look. You will have more reason to drink.
Posted by: Franz K | June 24, 2005 at 06:05 PM
Clams? Is it getting clammy in here?
Posted by: Agitprop | June 24, 2005 at 06:06 PM
Sorry, Bird. I call them like I see them. I didn't want to *czech* them out, but . . .
Posted by: Franz K | June 24, 2005 at 06:11 PM
Me, I'm just happy as a clam. You know the drill, bartender. (Or at least you ought to by now....)
Posted by: Shakespeare's Sister | June 24, 2005 at 06:14 PM
They crucified Durbin for saying that there was torture at Gitmo, but now they admit it. The president authorized torture, so it's ok. It's his world, he creates reality.
Posted by: Agitprop | June 24, 2005 at 06:14 PM
Melissa, dear soul, here is your amaretto, I will hold your rocks myself. Agi, can you believe the chutzpah. Well it's gonna come out big this week. Oy
Posted by: The Heretik | June 24, 2005 at 06:17 PM
Melissa, I want to thank you for all your work on the BBA/DSM stuff. I admit I haven't had the time to do as much as I'd like on the DSM.
Franz, things just keep getting stranger.
Posted by: Agitprop | June 24, 2005 at 06:19 PM
Totally wakked, Kommandante, but I have this crazy hope through these dark times. Bloggers are making a difference.
Posted by: Franz K | June 24, 2005 at 06:22 PM
Thank you for the drink, Heretik. Thank you for the thank, Agi - but direct it toward our generous bartender, as he is nearly wholly responsible for keeping me sane, along with Dickens in St. James and my darling Mr. Shakes.
Posted by: Shakespeare's Sister | June 24, 2005 at 06:26 PM
Yes Franz. Gotta have hope, or else you have nothing.
Posted by: Agitprop | June 24, 2005 at 06:27 PM
It's dog park time and Cairo begs. Thanks for the drink H, keep up the beautiful work. I swear, your blog is pure art.
Word is, Julie's been working for the drug squad, better look out...
Laters.
Posted by: Agitprop | June 24, 2005 at 06:29 PM
Keep hope alive. And I say this to you tonight, let us not forget. There is Hope! Melissa, *blush*, change is gonna come.
Posted by: The Heretik | June 24, 2005 at 06:31 PM
Cutters?? Shakespeare
Posted by: Night Bird | June 24, 2005 at 06:38 PM
I love Shakespeare and his sister. She kickes arse!
Posted by: Franz K | June 24, 2005 at 06:42 PM
When she needs to, she does. Another round, barkeep!
Posted by: Shakespeare's Sister | June 24, 2005 at 06:44 PM
Here you go, sister. I am thinking about a song, I am thinking about this girl, the girl once quiet, who did't laugh out loud in school until she was fourteen or so. How we all can grow and be so much more than we once were, how darkness falls, but yet life and light grow.
This one goes out to the one I love
This one goes out to the one I’ve left behind
A simple prop to occupy my time
This one goes out to the one I love
Posted by: The Heretik | June 24, 2005 at 06:52 PM
A Corona, shot of Cuervo and the keys to the rental property in Fredericksburg, VA barkeep!!! And, the next time you head this way, refill please.
Just escaped the clutches of a fundie with all of the accompanying scriptures stickers all over the vehicle. The group of 5, complete with long skirts on the lady and girls stopped to look at a couple of items we have out front to sell before moving. In a blink, we had moved to "have you been saved?" It went downhill from there....
I am now ready for the weekend!!!! Yippeee
Posted by: deweytheleftie | June 24, 2005 at 06:58 PM
Oy. Where you been, Dewey, and where are you going? Beer and shot for you here.
Posted by: The Heretik | June 24, 2005 at 07:01 PM
Mr Heretik, sir! A martini, please. Four parts gin and throw the vermouth out the window.
Posted by: Lance Mannion | June 24, 2005 at 07:05 PM
Hello, Sis. You foul-mouthed little Campbell's Kid of a hussy! How's tricks?
Posted by: Lance Mannion | June 24, 2005 at 07:06 PM
Lance, I threw the whole bottle of vermouth out the window. Did you hear that @#$%$ ? Perhaps it was a lurking god of the internets.
Posted by: The Heretik | June 24, 2005 at 07:09 PM