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Carousal XIV The California Delta 3 Unfortunate Houseboats June 3-6, 1999
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Carousal XIV The California Delta 3 Unfortunate Houseboats June 3-6, 1999
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Ryde Hotel ("Proposed" Golf Tournament Site)
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"Purple! Purple! Purple!"
INSPIRATIONs
"I so looking forward to the joyous camaraderie and conviviality that surges into the world's nether-regions upon the gathering of you wonderful individuals who so much enjoy the communal mastication and lachrymose musings of those who have chanced upon this place before your own most august arrival to that blessed confluence of waters that do lick and refresh our parched hills, and dales, and other earthly holds and battlements which are spread so earthy and rogue across our broad-beamed place of whoopee, which is, of course, tantamount to any great pleasure as we approach a fugue state in which the only return would be for the frothy offerings of a certain foul and polluted Frenchman's caustic bowel-splutter, echoing large as it plays word games with anything that will stand still long enough to engage it, hold it, and decide what type of derisory pleasure can be afforded heretofore.
"OK? Got it? Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-ha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
- Pete B.
Blue-collar interpretation (provided by Mike F.)....
"LET'S PAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!"
"WE'RE GOING TO THE DELTA! BE PREPARED! CALL OUT THE NATIONAL GUARD! LOCK UP YOUR BEER! WHO WILL BE THIS YEAR'S GROUPIES? WHERE THE HELL IS ROLAND?"
- ANONYMOUS
"yeeha. who will buy my beautiful peaches, hmmmm?"
- Murph
"Yes, perhaps I am a pathetic creature. I await, each year, that time in which I can raise a toast with the brethren and drink in the foul air and engorge on hop and burger. Yes, to this I do admit my guilt. But, I am stronger because of it. Yea, verily, I forsooth am that which encompasses all. I am large. I am bloated. I am a Carouser. You who have not committed....feel the shame, fell it as you would feel the ever growing fingers of the physician who checks for the oncoming polyp. Feel it as the fingers that rake the back of your throat as you try to discharge a meal that does not sit quite right. Please come be bloated. Please come drink beer and pee off of the side of the boat. Please recommit to that which will envelop, entwine, usurp.
"Love the Carousal. Love the life. Live the Carousal. Live many lives."
- Pete B.