From: Reverend DJ Epoch <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Date: Tue, Sep 23, 2003
<In best Jed Clampett voice...>
THAT was a riot, especially being my first full-bore
devival experience! IN SPITE of the video fuckulations I had a BLAST at
Indy. Meeting the bunch of you nutbags that showed was without a doubt
the MOST SLACKFUL EVENT I've been to in a LONG time!
Met up with Chrislee at the hotel before he rushed off
to set up the swag
table. The trip from the hotel to the club was definitly a *trip*.. if
you haven't travelled with a van loaded full of Two Beans, KatSuit,
Prostata, Joy, MadSex, Schabe, BanjoBob, Doc Pissoff and Leonard the
Committed... well, my senses are still trying to regain their center and
assimilate all that they absorbed. It will likely be around October
before my ability to whiffread returns.
Stang warmed up good on the first rant and on the second
to bouncing off the rafters as he got rolling. (Well, as close to
bouncing as one can get having survived all the events he's been a part
of!) Oral sex in a barrel... who'd a thunk?! And Dr. Howell definitly
displayed oratorship that deserves the rank of Yeti Master.
Pope Phred - MC and fluffer...err.... cheerleader setting
the tone for
the night (gee, seemed like he's done this once or twice). And my jaw hit
the floor <sorry Radio Radio... I'll pay for the damages this week> when
I finally met face to face (bod, bodice, tattoos, etc) with Sister
Decadence in person... Luckily my yeti training reminded me to BREATH
before I did that ghodsawful smurf impression. I believe I was actually
able to string several words together into a coherent sentance, although
what I SAID I can't remember to save my ass... at least whatever it was
wasn't a slappable offence. And what IDRMRSR said in his description of
her was STILL not fully descriptive of the pheremone-wafting powers of
this legendary uberfemm!
Nikki Deathchick was another trip. She was NOT happy
with her nun's
outfit...made her good and ready to deliver the ritul spankings which she
seemed to enjoy WAY TOO MUCH. ...and as we all know TOO MUCH is always
better than not enough!
Then there was Rev. Rash and Rev. Grrinder, the Rev
and Mrs. Amphibious
Asssault.. there's several others whom I *will* remember in the next
couple of days...
Thanks to you ALL for making the trip from Atlanta one
of the MOST
SLACKFUL I have *ever* experienced! A bit of sinus inflammation on Sunday
just before getting on my flight was about the only downside of the whole
experience. Getting a healing hug from Joy as she and Pros were heading
out seemed to help. The luck plane tilted JUST right to get me through
airport security without the obligatory strip search and cavity
inspection. The plane left ON TIME and got to Atlanta without losing any
major parts... and I arrived home with ALL MY LUGGAGE including the swag
and videotape evidence.
Slack to all... I need to recover.
Epoch the Awed
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iDRMRSR <email@example.com> wrote:
> Just finally got back to the old East Side Condo of Solitude after a
> LOVELY weekend away from Cleveland to attend the 2003 IndyVival. What
> splendid time, my nipples sang happy tunes all the way home.
> I left Friday and blew a sacrificial day off werke just to get into the
> religious aspect of it all, my small attempt to quit my job and slack
> off for Bob, even if it was only for one day. As penance, I stayed
> night in enchanting Dayton, Ohio, in a Ramada Inn that was basically
> still standing since its birth in 1967 (or at least parts of it).
> This left me several hours to drive the remaining hundred miles to
> Indy. There isn't much a man can do for several hours between Dayton
> and Indy, let me tell you. However, as I have an incurable BullDada
> addiction, I spent the day stopping at every antique shop between the
> two cities along US 40, a totally forgotten blue highway.
> I did pay homage to Tom Raper Recreational Vehicles on the way. This
> place sells so many freaking trailers that its name is legion clear up
> in Cleveland. I did tell Tom to pass on my regards to Mother Raper and
> Father Raper.
> I passed up one piece of BullDada, a children's book entitled Miss
> Pussy. It was $20, a bit too much for an obvious joke like that. Sort
> of kicking myself, though, that I didn't part with the change. But
> there was the swag to be bought!
> I stayed at the Residence Inn along Indy's famous (?) canal, which runs
> through downtown, and serves as a prop for all the yuppies to gather
> round as they relax after coming home from their demanding government
> jobs at the Kapital. Forgetting the Pinkness of it all, though, it was
> quite a lovely place, and breakfast was included in the room price,
> along with a high speed (free!) internet connection.
> Dinner was at Tarkington's, next door to St. Elmo's Steak House. This
> year, I decided that $40 for a ten dollar hunk of meat and fifty cent
> potato wasn't worth it in these tough times. For the same money,
> Tarkington serves you a canonical five course prix fixe dinner! Pear
> and Leek tart, sole stuffed with shrimp, salad, three imported cheeses,
> and a raspberry tort with creme fraiche for dessert. At least that
> requires a lot more effort than just mashing some potatoes and burning
> steak, I reasoned.
> Got to Radio Radio at about 7:45, after adjusting my time control
> bracelet for the hour's difference between Ohio time. We were all
> forced to wait outside because of some Amish Law in Indy that you can't
> start drinking until the band is all set up or something. Chatted with
> Rev. Alex, who as it turns out, was TOO YOUNG to get in. My they have
> straight laces down there.
> I didn't realize that Rev. Alex was "underage". I praise him for
> finding Bob so early in life. Usually, one has to grow to a ripe
> age after getting ass-raped by Life before you find this Cherch. I can
> only imagine the tribulations in his short life which led him to the
> World Order so young!
> SisD arrived in a breathtaking (mine, not necessarily HERS) black vinyl
> bustier corsety kind of thing. She IS the Dark Queen! When German
> Scientists first cobbled together the various aniline and coal tar
> derivatives and sewed them up into a garment (besides a gas mask, or
> perhaps including one), I believe they must have had her in mind. As
> they slaved in their laboratories, I'm sure they did it just knowing
> SisD would one day be born to breathe life into their new material!
> SisD is beyond a doubt a wonder of the world. Resplendent with
> Rubenesque zauftig pulchritude that overflows its container spewing
> visual nectar for us hummingbirds, as it were. And she's a really nice
> lady, too.
> Pope Phred got the show off to a sputtering start with the video
> projector whose behavior echoed the recent Blackout many of us in the
> east suffered recently. Nevertheless, Rev. Stang's fiery rant
> everyone's glands. Then Dr. Howl spake on and quoted Bill Blake at
> length. Love that Fez!
> The music for the evening, though, was apparently not up with the whole
> SubGenius thing. I heard that the drummer got so freaked out by us
> he walked out, leaving the other band members to improvise something in
> his absence. I believe that is, though, a left-handed compliment to us
> Nikkie Deathchick purged demons from the buttocks of numerous sinners
> a ritual spanking. I was tempted to proffer my own world class
> buttocks, however, the venue wanted us out by 1 AM, and on a square
> footage basis, there would not have been enough time for her to purge
> the first demon from my puffy and grand ass in the time allotted. Even
> with both hands in operation.
> Stang ranted once again and came out with some of the funniest damned
> lines, especially the part about learning to give the best oral sex
> while inside a barrel...to survive the victory of the Jackbooted
> Republicans who will one day dominate the world as they attempt to
> cleanse it of terrorists. Then Dr. Howl and Stang answered questions,
> Karnac stylem from the audience. Stallio played on to close out the
> I pooped out just after 1 AM. I drove through Indy's confusing warren
> of one way streets that always seem to go the wrong way, and luckily
> found my hotel. Navigation in Indy, I find to be quite challenging
> because everywhere you need to be turns out to be at the origin of four
> one way roads going the opposite way. Not only that, but the same road
> changes names every other block.
> If you were unlucky like me and printed a map from the internet, you
> would be screwed because they don't show the directions and/or all the
> name changes. Next time, I will bring along that machine they used in
> The Core to tunnel through the earth. No parking problems then,
> Greetz to Doc Frop, DJ Epoch, 2Beans, Rev. Pickles, Rev. Alex,
> Christopher Lee, Pope Phred, SisD, Nikki, and many other SubG's whose
> names unfortunately seem to have been erased by the Absolut Mandarin I
> was sucking down waiting for the show to set up. Funny how such a
> molecule can give you so much Slack and yet fuzz out the important
> A rip roaring success. Can't wait until Indyvival 2004!