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Charie D. La Marr, mayor ofPersiphoniaover 16 years agoHappy Cinquo de Mayo! I asked my new personal assistant, a former resident of Blondeoplis to set up the party for me to be held at the Mayor’s Mansion. She was horrified. “Isn’t that a Mexican thing?†she asked me. “Are you sure it’s okay to have a party? You know with like swine flu and everything?†I sighed. Did you ever get the feeling that you are just better off doing things yourself? I very patiently explained to her that it would be fine. She should just get a mariachi band, some sombreros to hand out, lots of tequila and a nice variety of Mexican food. I thought that sounded simple enough. The invitations said to come dressed with a Mexican flair. What could go wrong? Well I made my grand hostess entrance for the party and died laughing. There she was standing at the door, handing out sombreros and ponchos to the guests along with white surgical masks—which she insisted all the guests should put on. I just rolled my eyes. Have you ever seen 100 people trying to drink margaritas strained through cotton surgical masks? To say the least, it was hysterical. Then, to make matters worse, she couldn’t find me a mariachi band—probably because she didn’t know what one was. However, she did locate a DJ whose name was Juan and to her that seemed a close substitute. Ever try doing the Mexcan hat dance to the music of My Chemical Romance and Evanscene? It doesn’t really work. The only ones who seemed to be enjoying it were Feral and Malicious. They liked the music and the black sombreros went well with their all black wardrobe. The party was going nowhere fast. I couldn’t wait for the food to arrive—even though I wasn’t sure how anybody was going to eat it with those ridiculous masks on. The caterer’s idea of Mexican food was soggy tacos and crackers with Monterrey Jack spray cheese on them and a black olive slice on top. It was rapidly going down as the worst party in the history of Persiphonia. I didn’t think it could get any worse until she announced that there would be a screening of The Milagro Beanfield War in my home theatre. Yeah, I know it stars Robert Redford, but has anybody actually ever seen that movie? They could use it in dentists’ offices instead of anesthesia. Several guests were snoring before the titles finished rolling. It’s a good thing it’s only spring because the only thing she was missing was having my guests go outside and play ‘Migrant Farm Worker’ and pick fruit in my yard. I promptly told the bartender to make the margaritas stronger. If people weren’t having fun, at least they could get blasted on tequila. Now, I pride myself on being a good hostess. My parties are always big hits. The social columnists from the local papers always attend and the following day they write glowing reports of the festivities. I had to do something fast. So I slipped out the back door and found an open party store and got what I needed. I returned to the house and announced that we were going to have the world’s first game of ‘Strip Pin the Tail on the Donkey’. The rules were simple. I passed out red bandanas to use as blindfolds. Any tail more than five inches from the donkey’s butt required the player to remove an article of clothing. I grabbed the first player, my boyfriend Bernie Tiffany, spun him around and he headed off with his tail in hand while the other players yelled “Hot!†and “â€Cold†at him. A few seconds later, he stuck me right in the butt with the tail, taking his blindfold off and blushing as he muttered “Woops!†I glared at him. He prompltly unzipped his pants and let them drop to the floor, revealing a very fetching pair of red satin boxers. The crowd roared laughing. I made Feral and Malicious leave the room. The game went on for hours. People were having a great time. Of course it took quite a bit of tequila to loosen up some of the more modest players, but pretty soon blouses came off, pants were tossed across the room and everyone was laughing. Of course, I couldn’t wait to see what the society column would have to say—especially since Bettina Gregory, Persiphonia’s leading socialite was parading around in a white lace bra and matching panties which showed off her recent tummy tuck and breast lift quite nicely. I will be sending “Strip Pin the Tail on the Donkey†sets to all cities today. It would be great at Burj parties, too. Just don’t forget the tequila. As for entertainment, with this game, who needs it? By the way, if you’re interested, I did play, but knowing the outlay of my own house, I didn’t miss. My mother didn’t raise any stupid daughters. Please remember to POP or Entertain us back often when you see us down. I am back up to 1000 connections, but have started dumping 2x weekly poppers. I ONLY accept cities who send a FRIEND REQUEST. Don’t ask here and don’t send me a message to my inbox. It can’t keep up with it as it is. ONLY friend requests will be considered in the order they arrive. I intend to give preference to people who have loyally popped Persiphonia though they were non-connections. We autopop every night at midnight or as close to midnight as we remember to. AND NOW FOR THE LATEST NEWS … Tales of Persiphonia is now online! I am in the process of adding all of the tales from way back in the beginning, along with my personal tips for playing the game and other cool Persiphonia stuff. You can find us at http://persiphonia.wordpress.com/ Drop by often. Leave comments. We love to hear from you! I am almost up to date adding the old ones to the blog. Sincerely yours, Persiphone Hellecat, Mayor, Empress, Queen and Exaulted Grand Poobah of Persiphonia, Land of the Free and Home of the Bipolar. (We have an excellent medical plan that includes prescriptions!) A PROUD NO NUKES CITY!!! We are now SOLAR!!! Let the sun shine in! Come back soon, Ray! We love you!
Charie D. La Marr, mayor ofPersiphoniaover 16 years agoIt’s going to take Sandy Kleinmeyer a very long time to live down the events of yesterday afternoon. While her husband Greg was out on the golf course, Sandy was home getting ready for a dinner party at the Persiphonia Country Club. She was also busy doing laundry for the family in her brand new Maytag oversized front load washer and dryer hidden behind doors in her newly decorated kitchen. She was just about to put in a load of the kids jeans when she remembered that Greg had reminded her before he left that he had no clean black socks to wear with his tuxedo to the party. So she went back up to their bedroom to pull some out of the hamper. After the load finished washing, she tossed everything into the dryer and went upstairs to take her shower and set her hair for the evening. She had a beautiful new black cocktail dress and she was going all out to look great. After toweling off, she stepped into a black thong and put on her best back lace bra. Then she sat down at her dressing table and set her hair. Just for good measure, she decided to give herself one of those quick facial masks before she did her makeup—just so her skin looked perfect. As soon as she had applied the mask, she heard the buzzer from the dryer go off. With the kids already at Grandma’s for the night and Greg still playing golf, she decided to run down quickly in her underwear and pull the clothes out so she could fold them while they were still warm. A good homemaker, Sandy would never send her children to school in wrinkled clothes. As she pulled the clothes out and tossed them in the basket, she realized one of Greg’s black dress socks was missing. She searched the dryer to no avail. Then she figured she must have missed it when she put the wet clothes in the dryer, so she opened the front load washer and peeked in. There it was—trapped way in the back. Being very little, Sandy tried but she couldn’t reach it. So she decided to use her knee to boost herself up. Before she knew what happened, Sandy Kleinmeyer was trapped—a victim of her brand new bright red Maytag frontloading washer. The more she struggled, the more her body twisted and the more the washer seemed to swallow her up. She finally decided the best thing to do was just to wait. Greg would be home soon. She would just call out to him and he would come and help her. He wouldn’t be much longer. The wait was really only about a half an hour, but it seemed like hours before she heard the front door open and Greg call out to her. She yelled back that she was in the kitchen and she needed his help. Greg came in and looked around—not seeing his wife. Then he realized where her call for help was coming from. He bent down and looked inside the washer, totally shocked to see his nearly naked wife, hair in curlers and what looked like clown makeup on her face. He tried to get her out, but she was stuck. That’s when Sandy realized that Greg hadn’t come home alone. Two of his golf buddies—which wasn’t easy especially since they’d already had a few beers while playing golf, the three of them tried, but there was nothing they could do to extract her from the jaws of the washing machine. Finally, Greg had nothing else to do, and five minutes later, the fire department Rescue Squad arrived on the scene with lights flashing and sirens blaring. While Sandy wept, they dragged their equipment through her gorgeous brand new kitchen and used their Jaws of Life tools to tear the brand new machine in half and pull her out. That’s when she saw the flash and realized that a local reporter listening in on the police band radio had followed the Rescue Squad to see if there was a story he might want to publish. After covering herself with a towel, Sandy went upstairs, too upset to attend the party. This morning, when she went out on the porch to pick up their Sunday paper, there she was—half naked, curlers tumbling out of her hair and tears streaked down the white facial cream—under the headline “Kinky Housewife’s Surprise For Hubby Goes Awry.†The Kleinmeyer family is currently seeking a new city to live in. She is positive that she will never live it down, and she probably won’t. Perhaps your city didn’t carry this story in their papers and you might have a place for this nice suburban family of five to live. Graig is the General Manager of a large local grocery store chain. Sandy is a former stewardess. She has also served as president of our local PTA. If it is entertainment you want, I am sending along a copy of the Sex and the City Movie. Funny, stuff like that never happens to Carrie and her friends. Please remember to POP or Entertain us back often when you see us down. I am back up to 1000 connections, but have started dumping 2x weekly poppers. I ONLY accept cities who send a FRIEND REQUEST. Don’t ask here and don’t send me a message to my inbox. It can’t keep up with it as it is. ONLY friend requests will be considered in the order they arrive. I intend to give preference to people who have loyally popped Persiphonia though they were non-connections. We autopop every night at midnight or as close to midnight as we remember to. AND NOW FOR THE LATEST NEWS … Tales of Persiphonia is now online! I am in the process of adding all of the tales from way back in the beginning, along with my personal tips for playing the game and other cool Persiphonia stuff. You can find us at http://persiphonia.wordpress.com/ Drop by often. Leave comments. We love to hear from you! I am almost up to date adding the old ones to the blog. Sincerely yours, Persiphone Hellecat, Mayor, Empress, Queen and Exaulted Grand Poobah of Persiphonia, Land of the Free and Home of the Bipolar. (We have an excellent medical plan that includes prescriptions!) A PROUD NO NUKES CITY!!! We are now SOLAR!!! Let the sun shine in! Come back soon, Ray! We love you!
Charie D. La Marr, mayor ofPersiphoniaover 16 years agoNew billboards went up all over Persiphonia today. In fact, they went up all over Metropolis. They feature a very handsome man (he looks a little bit like Ace Murphy only cuter) standing in front of a Rolls Royce Silver Cloud dressed in a tuxedo. He is carrying two dozen red roses in one hand and a box with a diamond ring in the other. The diamond is big enough to ice skate on. The billboard says The will Dad set up is ironclad I must marry before 39 I’m worth billions-and a handsome lad So will you be mine? It gives the phone number 1 800 BEMEWIFE and the website www.marrythisbillionaire.com The handsome lad in the photo is JR Washington, heir to the Washington Laundromat fortune started by his father Lars Walensa with one single Laundromat purchased when he arrived here on the boat from Poland. Yes, he earned his fortune one quarter at a time. After a while, he decided that having the name Washington would be a hoot for a Laundromat king, so he changed the entire family’s names. He chose George for his first name—not for the President but for Gerge Jefferson the dry cleaning king on The Jefferson’s. George Jefferson Washington. A great lover of television, he changed the name his son Lech who was named after the former Polish President to JR after JR Ewing of Dallas, the most popular show on television. As a young man, JR Washington had it all. He was a billionaire playboy whose time was spent yachting, playing polo and tennis and chasing women. He showed no interest in his father’s business at all. It broke Lars/George’s heart that his only son showed no interest in Laundromats. So he set up a will that would force his only child to at least show some responsibility by marrying and producing an heir. JR hired lawyers and fought it, but he is going to turn 39 in September and so time is running out. If he doesn’t marry, his father’s billions go to Jerry Lewis’ Telethon, which made George cry every labor day. Finally admitting defeat, JR took out the billboards to find himself a wife. The will states that she must be a respectable girl. No strippers, actresses, hookers, porn stars, models or Vegas showgirls—which is a shame because JR knows many of them. And if he produced an heir within one year, his inheritance doubles. So he is actively seeking a wife. In the one day since the billboards appeared, over one thousand single women have shown up in Persiphonia eager to marry the billionaire Laundromat king. The town is overrun. By Monday, we expect women to be sleeping in the park and in cars just waiting for an interview. JR has already interviewed several hundred and rejected them and they are ready to be shipped out. Please take your pick. We have nurses, librarians, school teachers, secretaries, waitresses, cops, salesgirls, interior designers, a race car driver, three circus trapeze artists, five chefs, a professional golfer, six doctors, sixteen real estate agents, eleven ballet dancers, and one princess and that’s just the first lot. Please help yourself. Take them to your town and find them nice guys to ease their broken hearts. In the meantime, if you have any candidates for JR’s future wife, please send them along. He is very picky so the search isn’t going well. Time is running out. If you are single and fit the bill, please don’t hesitate to apply yourself. We need a bride here pronto. The wedding is set for September 13th—JR’s 39th birthday at Westminster Cathedral with a reception at the Sydney Opera House. 100 thousand white roses have been ordered for the occasion. For entertainment, a double feature. The Father of The Bride with Spencer Tracy and Elizabeth Taylor and The Wedding Singer with Adam Sandler. Enjoy. Please remember to POP or Entertain us back often when you see us down. We have dumped a bunch of connex AGAIN. I ONLY accept cities who send a FRIEND REQUEST. Don’t ask here and don’t send me a message. ONLY friend requests will be considered in the order they arrive. I intend to give preference to people who have loyally popped Persiphonia though they were non-connections. We autopop every night at midnight or as close to midnight as we remember to. AND NOW FOR THE LATEST NEWS … Tales of Persiphonia is now online! I am in the process of adding all of the tales from way back in the beginning, along with my personal tips for playing the game and other cool Persiphonia stuff. You can find us at http://persiphonia.wordpress.com/ Drop by often. Leave comments. We love to hear from you! I am almost up to date adding the old ones to the blog. Sincerely yours, Persiphone Hellecat, Mayor, Empress, Queen and Exaulted Grand Poobah of Persiphonia, Land of the Free and Home of the Bipolar. (We have an excellent medical plan that includes prescriptions!) A PROUD NO NUKES CITY!!! We are now SOLAR!!! Let the sun shine in! New billboards went up all over Persiphonia today. In fact, they went up all over Metropolis. They feature a very handsome man (he looks a little bit like Ace Murphy only cuter) standing in front of a Rolls Royce Silver Cloud dressed in a tuxedo. He is carrying two dozen red roses in one hand and a box with a diamond ring in the other. The diamond is big enough to ice skate on. The billboard says The will Dad set up is ironclad I must marry before 39 I’m worth billions-and a handsome lad So will you be mine? It gives the phone number 1 800 BEMEWIFE and the website www.marrythisbillionaire.com The handsome lad in the photo is JR Washington, heir to the Washington Laundromat fortune started by his father Lars Walensa with one single Laundromat purchased when he arrived here on the boat from Poland. Yes, he earned his fortune one quarter at a time. After a while, he decided that having the name Washington would be a hoot for a Laundromat king, so he changed the entire family’s names. He chose George for his first name—not for the President but for Gerge Jefferson the dry cleaning king on The Jefferson’s. George Jefferson Washington. A great lover of television, he changed the name his son Lech who was named after the former Polish President to JR after JR Ewing of Dallas, the most popular show on television. As a young man, JR Washington had it all. He was a billionaire playboy whose time was spent yachting, playing polo and tennis and chasing women. He showed no interest in his father’s business at all. It broke Lars/George’s heart that his only son showed no interest in Laundromats. So he set up a will that would force his only child to at least show some responsibility by marrying and producing an heir. JR hired lawyers and fought it, but he is going to turn 39 in September and so time is running out. If he doesn’t marry, his father’s billions go to Jerry Lewis’ Telethon, which made George cry every labor day. Finally admitting defeat, JR took out the billboards to find himself a wife. The will states that she must be a respectable girl. No strippers, actresses, hookers, porn stars, models or Vegas showgirls—which is a shame because JR knows many of them. And if he produced an heir within one year, his inheritance doubles. So he is actively seeking a wife. In the one day since the billboards appeared, over one thousand single women have shown up in Persiphonia eager to marry the billionaire Laundromat king. The town is overrun. By Monday, we expect women to be sleeping in the park and in cars just waiting for an interview. JR has already interviewed several hundred and rejected them and they are ready to be shipped out. Please take your pick. We have nurses, librarians, school teachers, secretaries, waitresses, cops, salesgirls, interior designers, a race car driver, three circus trapeze artists, five chefs, a professional golfer, six doctors, sixteen real estate agents, eleven ballet dancers, and one princess and that’s just the first lot. Please help yourself. Take them to your town and find them nice guys to ease their broken hearts. In the meantime, if you have any candidates for JR’s future wife, please send them along. He is very picky so the search isn’t going well. Time is running out. If you are single and fit the bill, please don’t hesitate to apply yourself. We need a bride here pronto. The wedding is set for September 13th—JR’s 39th birthday at Westminster Cathedral with a reception at the Sydney Opera House. 100 thousand white roses have been ordered for the occasion. For entertainment, a double feature. The Father of The Bride with Spencer Tracy and Elizabeth Taylor and The Wedding Singer with Adam Sandler. Enjoy. Please remember to POP or Entertain us back often when you see us down. We have dumped a bunch of connex AGAIN. I ONLY accept cities who send a FRIEND REQUEST. Don’t ask here and don’t send me a message. ONLY friend requests will be considered in the order they arrive. I intend to give preference to people who have loyally popped Persiphonia though they were non-connections. We autopop every night at midnight or as close to midnight as we remember to. AND NOW FOR THE LATEST NEWS … Tales of Persiphonia is now online! I am in the process of adding all of the tales from way back in the beginning, along with my personal tips for playing the game and other cool Persiphonia stuff. You can find us at http://persiphonia.wordpress.com/ Drop by often. Leave comments. We love to hear from you! I am almost up to date adding the old ones to the blog. Sincerely yours, Persiphone Hellecat, Mayor, Empress, Queen and Exaulted Grand Poobah of Persiphonia, Land of the Free and Home of the Bipolar. (We have an excellent medical plan that includes prescriptions!) A PROUD NO NUKES CITY!!! We are now SOLAR!!! Let the sun shine in! 3 Posts Available
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