It’s kick-off time again!!!
Dear Plankton and Pustules,
Who said FYSMD/P would never last?! A pox upon them!
This year’s goat is likely to be Lil’ Nipper, who finally escaped the twenties and the teens, to reach 12th place! He thinks he’s so special that he’s bribed some of his few friends to join the League so they may witness his acumen. And he resurrected a former member, who no one believes is real—Nole Bait.
School Marm has recruited another Toy Boy. And yes, she howls like a wild cougar.
Thanks, again, to the Ebolas for an awesome Stupor Bowl Party. Gwermo proposed to their daughter again, but Mssrs. Smith and Wesson convinced him to take back the cracker jack box engagement ring.
So nice to be back at the home of the Daft Draft, the Village Café. As some of you know, the Fetishes are so happy to have us, they’ve decided to expand so they can entertain us more often. With questionable side kicks Moose Ca Ca and Waffel, they have bought Big Al’s and hope to be open for our Thursday huddles in October. And they’re calling their new place, The Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell: FYSMD/P Bar and Restaurant. Surely some prudish Republicans will complain.
In the meantime, we’ll be meeting at Rico’s starting Thursday, September 9th , 7pm. That means you, Nole Bait.
May your toilet paper have page numbers on it. [I’d like a volunteer to explain each week’s curse to Tattoo, please.]
Bad luck,
The Commish