The grape party

  Well. having decided the available nutjobs are no more fair than I, an exploratory committe is being formed to decide whether it would be feasible for me to make an ass out of myself in public by running for president.  I shall have to devise a platform for thesoon to be formed Grape Party.  I chose that name in hopes of scoring the wino vote.

   I’ve decided that since its an exploratory committe we shall begin the Exploration at O’malley’s Pub and Eatery, where everyone will be drunk enough to say what a great idea…you got my vote.  If I buy a round I mean.  Cheap assed irish. 

I shall also endeavor to stop using phrases like cheap assed irish,  tight assed catholics,  moronic assed neo-cons, gotdam liberals, and so forth, and so on, ad infinitum.  I don’t mean them anyway, but they do get a reaction.

   After the pub we shall stop off at the Pink Pussycat Bordello where I’m wildly popular in the Leather Room.  In keeping with the traditions established by the big two parties, we’re going to start by preaching to the choir.  It’s a good bet we’ll get 25% support out of the 10 or 12 people that like me, and at least 10% of my blood relatives.

   Lacking any money or ability in the political arena all donations of cash, food, transportation (no unicycles please), aluminum cans,  or labor will be accepted.  This is your chance to become part of the process, and shoot pool and cop a buzz at the same time.

In closing, let me just say.   Vote Grape.

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6 Responses to The grape party

  1. mdvp says:

    I’m not sure to take the tight assed Catholics as a compliment or not… In any case, it doesn’t apply to me in a literal sense.

  2. at least you did recognize that it was thoughtfully placed there for you. *L*

  3. mdvp says:

    Haha… well, I’m off for the night, hope you get things going with the party. Raise a dollar or two…

  4. me too…gonna be hot as hell tomorrow…take it easy

  5. I like the idea — The Grape Party. It’s not too left, it’s not too right. Hell, it’s probably the most well-rounded party there is. And let’s face it — wherever you’ve got grapes, you’ve got yourself a party. By the way, the Paulettes have absolutely no sense of humor. It’s kind of disturbing — their rabidness. Luckily, I’ve got little Fifi, my pit bull-standard poodle mix. (Technically, she’s a pitypoo, but we don’t like that term around here.)

  6. they are known as Pauliacs. My followers are known as wino’s. The rest of the candidates followers are known as Whino’s

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