. . . even with Angry Guy in attendance


Present: Angry Guy, Oliver Surden, Ghost of Dude, The Motherload, Johnny Roastbeef, Detroit Lewis

Absent: Eggbert (I think he was looking for turds in the woods last night)

Minutes; Approval of the last minutes was not done, because no one took minutes.

Topics; Beer, bar food and the fact that two conversations should not being going on at the same time at the same table (can’t remember who brought that up?) and Pastor(?) DooHickey’s crazy followers. A collection was taken to fill the jukebox with some music.

Adjournment; (Thanks for the ride hom GoD).

Sidenote; just so you know Warren, most of us walked to TJ’s.

14 Thoughts on “South DaCola Fest II was a success . . .

  1. Ghost of Dude on December 4, 2008 at 7:26 am said:

    I think I saw Eggbert and clan chasing a deer across Cliff avenue on my way home. They were wiled-eyed and wielding baseball bats.
    They must have found all the turds they needed.

  2. Somehow that does not surprise me.

  3. Ghost of Dude on December 4, 2008 at 8:41 am said:

    Oh yeah, I was going to give Warren sh!t for not coming.

    WTH, Warren? We had fun last night. Every group of troubled youths needs a grandfather figure, you can be ours.

    You could have had up to four free beers.

  4. And an excuse to get away from the wifey for a few hours

  5. Ghost of Dude on December 4, 2008 at 12:08 pm said:

    Mrs. Dude wanted to come, but didn’t like the idea of sitting in a smokey bar with a little peanut-shaped fetus inside her.

  6. Yeah, I think next time we will move it the party room at Touch of Europe, it is non-smoking and I can bring my bottle in and if we get hungry REAL FOOD!

  7. Ghost of Dude on December 4, 2008 at 12:55 pm said:


  8. I might even talk her into making us some Pollmenies (sp?)

  9. Warren Phear on December 4, 2008 at 3:08 pm said:

    Grandfather??? I’ll show ya grandfather. Keep me informed about these things. Maybe one of these times I can slip out and tell the boss I’m goin to the library to return an overdue book.

  10. Next time Warren we will put it in a more respectable place, where you can order a glass of foo-foo wine and lambchops. Sorry, No senior discount though.


  11. Angry Guy on December 5, 2008 at 7:57 am said:

    ‘A’ for effort. I’m the one that brought up the two conversations thing. It has been proven time and time again that 5 people can maintain one thread of conversation, but 6 will inevitably break into multiple convos, as was proven at TJ’s even after I made everyone move their drinks to one table.
    Longest walk home, EVER!

  12. Oliver Surden on December 5, 2008 at 3:34 pm said:

    I thought I hid my boner quite well. Darn it!

  13. That’s what was rubbing against my leg all night . . .

  14. EggBert on December 6, 2008 at 11:41 pm said:

    Dear sirs: Since you were way off on your guesses as to where I was on your special occassion, I thought I had better clear up the true meaning of my absence within this jouous and bountiful Holiday seasonal time period. I was indeed festivally turkey-turd hunting with my Aunt Bertha, my Pastor Steve, and Lessles Unrugggggh in Lester Larson’s backyard. Well, we ran into quite a pile of some fine turds, so we took the entire fruitful load to the Alphabet Center and spent the night stock-stuffing Christmas stockings with Turkey-turds to short-sell to wealthy middle & lower class citizens help raise bailout money for local businesses who are feeling like they are having serious money-crunchings (Citi-Corpse, Morelves, the city gladiator arena, and Howard Wood’s Field of Sanford & Son’s Dreams to name a few). Anyhew, to make a short story longer, after we all smoked a few turd-joints (Aunt Bertha’s idea, not Lessles Unruggggggghs), Pastor Steve led us on a merry goose chase chasing a deer through Lincoln High School’s new parking lot then across I-229, and the next thing we knew, we were all giggling and gurgling at the bottom of the Big Sewage River. Lucky for us, the good Mayor Munchkin & sidekick Mayorless Dee Dee were patrolling the bike path, looking for Kermit-turds, when they heard our tearful, yet joyful and giggly (snort, snort) cries for Allah (snort, snort). After calling Big Bob Schlitz for help on a high-tech, fancy cellular phone (with sattelite TV features) that Dee Dee got from her hubby Dum Dum, Schlitz lifted each of us out (mind you, with only a fraction of one of his biceps) of the frigid, yet pure waters of the Big Sewage and brought us to the safety & healthy “steps of wealth & health” at city hall. Once there, we continued smoking turd, debated how to spend wisely more citizen tax money, raise taxes to help out arterial street development developers, and decided to “TP” (snort, snort) the house of recenlty fired Panned Parenting (and VERY evil) Kate Loob-job. It was night we will never forget – especially one that my Aunt Bertha and my Pastor Steve won’t forget as they ran off to Alaska to work on sexual-crisis issues await the Raptured ending times together alongside their good friends, the Paladins – turkey-turd lovers, all…


    EggBert T.F.Ichabod G.

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