Live from Los Spammos, the city of SPAM ! It's the Second Annual SYM Award Show.
Yes. Spammers, Lurkers, DFers, SLURRers, Commiers and Flamers you can see all the SYMers arriving now dressed in their new toga. As you can see from the balcony we have Bloodstalker behind the booze bar.
This is the night the SYMers have been waiting for after a long voting period. And may I remind you how some even changing their signatures, avatars, hugs and even panties Just to be voted !
Before I continue with the results I'll let others to report the situation while the SYMers arriving
Beer is cold, and I am making a point to sample every batch personally. All beverages here carry the BS stamp of approval.
The Lurkers have turned out in force tonight, all hoping to catch a glimpse of some of the lovely Darkflames. I will do my best to keep them restarined, even if it means Buzzy will have to mess up the new tux he is wearing for the occasion.
Lord of Lurkers
Guess what? I got a fever, and the only prescription is more cowbell!
The nominees are arriving even now! I see lovely Vivien, who is sure to win at least in one category tonight. She is dressed in a stunning green sequined number with the lowest neckline I’ve ever seen! Mariah Carey eat your heart out! She is escorted, oddly enough, by a lucky Bloodstalker, who is dressed in platform shoes, and a leather fringed vest. Hmmm, an odd combination to be sure, but he’s always been one to make his own style!
More limos are arriving! I’ll be here to bring you all the details as the SYMers take their red-carpet walk!
That there; exactly the kinda diversion we coulda used.
Fable is hobbling in on TWO CANES (too proud for a walker), carrying his famous Snapping Dentures in one hand.
P.S. Kid--don't forget to give yourself Best Location Award--I love yours--Location: In a bunker, underneath YOUR house. Go check and bring me down a PLAYBOY (I get lonely down here !)
“I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.” - Edgar Allen Poe
Originally posted by VoodooDali Fable is hobbling in on TWO CANES (too proud for a walker), carrying his famous Snapping Dentures in one hand.
P.S. Kid--don't forget to give yourself Best Location Award--I love yours--Location: In a bunker, underneath YOUR house. Go check and bring me down a PLAYBOY (I get lonely down here !)
LOL, thanks
I'll try to speed up the counting process, mean while feel free to post on the arrival report
What’s this? A rickshaw is horning its way between the limos! Who could it be? Ah! Of course! The amazing Dragon Wench has made her entrance as she regally steps down, giving the brawny, naked driver a playful whack on the bottom with her riding crop. She is dressed casually in tight black jeans and an off-the shoulder peasant blouse, high black boots with matching beret and the aforementioned riding crop.
That there; exactly the kinda diversion we coulda used.
News flash.....we are standing just outside the counting room where Kid is processing the votes. It appears that he may have hit a small snag. It seems that some catagories are becoming unexplainably hard to tally. Evidently, Kid has run out of fingers, and was forced to take his shoes of and incorporate toes into the mix. Rumours are now circulating, however, that he has run out of toes also. Now, back to the festivities.
Lord of Lurkers
Guess what? I got a fever, and the only prescription is more cowbell!
that's one long cigar puff KidD30950740!
anyway...I'm experiencing toga trauma so may be unable to attend the ceremony, in the best interests of evryone else involved...although the Golden Speedo Shinanigan may have made you all immune to anything I might provide in the way of shocks
hmmm...Golden Speedo...sounds like a trophy of some sort..
Love and Hope and Sex and Dreams are Still Surviving on the Street
Kayless arrives in a tricked out '73 gremlin as the familiar “Play that Funky Music White Boy” blares in the background. He regales the crowd with a quick display of his fly disco skillz before going inside, leaving the madly applauding crowd behind him.
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
*Viv crosses her fingers and looks hopefully at her escort, Bloodstalker, who seems to be slipping a flask from his pocket and sipping ever so often*
"Flamer of the year, come on, Viv for Flamer of the Year"
*She whispers this to herself several times before being disturbed by a loud crash near the bar. Weasel is seen holding a tray, a hose, and oddly enough what looks like a handful of clams. Luckily at that very moment, Waverly arrives with Georgi by his side and the small disturbance is passed over as 'oohs' and 'ahs' circulate as to the artful arrangement of Georgi's curls.*
I’m not sure that you in the viewing audience can hear me over all this noise, but it looks like an entire fleet of Hell’s Angles have just arrived! It appears their sole purpose was to escort a single attendee! Who can it be? She has ridden part way up the red carpet on a powder blue Triumph…. She’s taking off her helmet…. It is! Its Yshania! She is confidently strutting up the carpet decked out in shrunk-to-fit leather pants, spiked boots, black leather halter and studded armbands. Her hair I lovely, reflecting iridescent shades of brown, blond, black, purple, teal, and mauve!
Ned Flanders has stepped up to gallantly offer her an escort’s arm. He looks quite dapper in his tux, though he is wearing white running shoes! Ha, ha! Ever the unconformity, eh, Ned?
Uh oh. It looks like Bloodstalker is experiencing some difficulty. He seems to think that he should have the honor of escorting both Yshania and Vivien. He looks quite angry, but Ned is keeping his cool. McBane has appeared and is facilitating their negotiations…. Oh! I don’t believe it! Waverly has pushed his way through the crowd, decked one of the policemen, and jumped the velvet rope! He cuts a fine figure in his top hat and tails, and it no wonder that both Vivien and Yshania have allowed themselves to be escorted by him. I wonder when Bloodstalker, Ned, and McBane will realize that they are all now dateless?
More celebrity spotting to come….
That there; exactly the kinda diversion we coulda used.
Originally posted by frogus Frogus: *seethes with envy before plodding inside in a decidedly unrythmic fashion from his bustup Primera* arghh...his moves dem so fly...
It could always be worse. You could drive a K-Car and be a break dancer.
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Just to be voted ! 
