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Vicki Lucas, mayor ofL U S T V I L L Eover 16 years agoPop'd / Ent'd... Please... Pop'd / Ent'd back... Thanks... ;-) 
Jo Poole, mayor ofLa Belle Avalonover 16 years agoA famous art collector is walking through the city when he notices a mangy cat lapping milk from a saucer in the doorway of a store and he does a double take. He recognizes that the saucer is extremely old and very valuable, so he walks casually into the store and offers to buy the cat for two dollars. The storeowner replies “I’m sorry, but the cat isn’t for sale. The collector says, “Please, I need a hungry cat around the house to catch mice. I’ll pay you twenty dollars for that cat.†And the owner says “Sold,†and hands over the cat. The collector continues, “Hey, for the twenty bucks I wonder if you could throw in that oldsaucer. The cat’s used to it and it’ll save me from having to get a dish.†And the owner says, “Sorry buddy, but that’s my lucky saucer. So far this week I’ve sold sixty-eight cats.†
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! 
David TG Riches, mayor ofArgopolisover 16 years agoQuote Of The Day "I'm comin' home, I've done my time Now I've got to know what is and isn't mine If you received my letter telling you I'd soon be free Then you'll know just what to do If you still want me" -- Tony Orlando May 3rd 1973 Quote Of The Day “You don’t need to see his identification … These aren’t the droids you’re looking for … He can go about his business … Move along.†-- Obi-Wan "Ben" Kenobi in Star Wars Episode IV A New Hope Quote Of The Day "Don't spend time beating on a wall, hoping to transform it into a door." -- Gabrielle Bonheur "Coco" Chanel 
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