The Ryan Oakley Fanclub is having another party. This one is scheduled for the new long weekend: “Family Day.” Like we didn’t just get through fucking Christmas.
I actually got involved and wrote the invite:
“Father knows nothing, mother is sad and what’s the point of brothers, sisters, cousins and children if you’re not even allowed to fuck them? This “Family Day” say NO to the cult based on your blood and YES to the cult based on other peoples’ blood. Come to the Ryan Oakley Fan Club Party on Sunday February 17. Your loving patriarch has declared this “Fictive Kinship Day.” Attendance is mandatory. Kool-Aid will be served.”
As usual, it’s scheduled for a Sunday so that I’ll be working for the earlier part of the festivities. This saves me from enduring the whole thing. I like arriving after everyone has a few drinks in them and then making them a few more.
We’ll be serving margaritas and I think Amie has planned a surprise. I don’t know anything about that though. No one tells me anything. I just want you people to get fucked up. That’s the sort of fellow I am. I love drunks. Don’t disappoint me.
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sonja
February 3, 2008 at 8:42 am (UTC -5)
Ryan, is that you in the gray suit jacket?
Ryan Oakley
February 3, 2008 at 12:18 pm (UTC -5)
Yup. I love sandwiches.
Absorb and Expel « The Grumpy Owl
February 6, 2008 at 2:10 pm (UTC -5)
[...] been piling up on my brain so I should be back at this in full force fairly soon. (Probably after Fictive Kinship Day, maybe before.) It’s just that, lately, my mind hasn’t been properly organizing all the [...]
The Suit is Done . . . « The Grumpy Owl
February 17, 2008 at 7:06 pm (UTC -5)
[...] . . . Posted on February 17, 2008 by Ryan Oakley But you’ll all have to wait until Fictive Kinship Day to see it and, if you’re not attending, after that. And I’d just like to say again [...]