Marihuanatag/2010

– Marihuanatag 2010 – THE BLESSED DAY OF WEED

Marihuanatag 2010 St. Arnold's Church was successfully cleared of breathers, ruined, and made ready for the party. We would like to note that this occurred on the 7th and that no harman was killed inside the church by any Angry Vagina during Marihuanatag for the entire day of the 8th of July. Unfortunately the same cannot be said for all breathers involved. After some initial hostility from the BAR, the weed and beer began to work its magic and soon mellow groove time commenced. We Vaginas are reconsidering our stance on the evils of beer since it appeared that it was not beer that contributed to the bad vibes, but the Trenchoclorian count in the bloodstream of certain breathers. They even shot up their own kind. Pfft...harmans. Aside from those few trenchy troublemakers the event went down groovy and we Vaginas have decided that now we will be super funtime friends with the BAR. We'll try not to eat their places anymore when other harmans harsh our buzz by invading Dulston. Snapshots from Marihuanatag/Biertag 2010 The snapshots have been doctored slightly to identify specific zombies who made statements/actions. Suzie agrees with Scott, but has specific ideas on what needs to be eaten this day. Father o keefe responds to this exchange by "falling asleep". His conscious is clear regarding subsequent events, despite the big smile that was on his face during his "nap". Jesus Sante wheels in the beer, is selfish about his liver, and poses for pictures. He immediately caught the eye of one Stinkee Pinkee, who prepared by toking up and smearing her brabagz with BBQ sauce. Sante tries to bridge the language gap and offers Pinkee a beer...little knowing what would be in store for him. Pinkee makes a declaration of intent while clumsily trying to pour BBQ sauce on Sante's "sausage". This resulted in some confusion and light wrestling. Ed arrives and lights the place up, causing many a stoned zombie to go temporarily blind. Sante warms to zombie company and Ed sings the first of many songs of the night to come. Father o keefe wakes up from his "nap" in an agreeable mood. Scott Albom flatters us by attempting some primitive zombese communication. ( I'm not sure, but I think I might be a little drunk... am I slurring at all? here ty, you're looking a little under the weather ) Mistress Mandy wakes up from a Headshot, complaining of an aching head and is stabbed in the neck with a syringe. Despite this rough treatment (she actually sort of likes it) Mandy has only hugs and love for the breathers. Taking a liking to Mortenmensch she lays claim to him as her harman and marks her territory, imbuing Mortenmensch with her scent by showering him with sweet zombie kisses and smothering his head in her brabagz. Jesus Sante emerges from a backroom covered in BBQ sauce and bite marks. Stinkee Pinkee emerges from the same room a short time later, suspiciously clean of BBQ sauce. After a group attack on Ayliffe Street PD to punish a particularly horrible Trenchy (Killswitch Mitch. Maybe a break in protocol but he was the only harman killed and we closed the door on our way out) Suzie is especially horny and asks Mandy to share her special harman and is rebuffed. Virginia scolds the pair for fighting over harmans when there are so many bananas to go around. (At this point harmans outnumbered zombies something like 2 to 1 in the church.) A Stoned Hippy cranks up the stereo with In A Gadda Da Vida and Mandy sings along. A Stoned Hippy gives in to passion and Mandy cheats on her special harman (for shame). The mood remains happy despite periodic assault from various Trenchies. "We get knocked down, but we get up again." Ed hands out edelwiess to the zombie ladies. Most of it is eaten as it is assumed to be an aphrodisiac at the time. MrGomez experiments with new things and Sister Slitstainia belts out a sermon on Zombie Jesus's teachings & commandments regarding smoking weed and having wild sex as often as possible. She then dives into the pile, grabbing Leo in a bear hug; attempting to alleviate his concerns about zombies at his party. A tender moment. Dildo Dancer indulges in her namesake while singing "You Make Me Feel Like Dancing". Spotting Dead vs Blue member Yonnua Koponen she scolds him for invading her homeland like a barbarian and invites him to eat her. Distracted by a PKer's victim, she has a little nibble. Apologies to Mortenmensch, but I am told he was quite tastier than most harmans. 1InDaPink1InDaStink tries to teach Leo some zombie words (M-O-O-N, that spells moon) finally gives up and treats the crowd to a few verses of "Blue Moon" while showing them her green moon. I think she should have changed the lyrics to reflect that but whateveh. Tang Puisee sings a few verses of "Fuck The Pain Away". Sindy gives HiteiKan a blowjob while Jesus Sante dances around in a drunken stupor the background. Sindy demands HiteiKan reciprocate while Sante wanders over and fondles her brabagz. See what beer does to a person? :P Giving up on an ungrateful HiteiKan, Sindy decides to give Jesus Sante a chance and dances with him. Until he calls her stinky. You should never call your dancing partner stinky. We washed up special for this event! Sante is too drunk to realize he has been rejected. Beer. The party wraps up. King of Marihuanatag King of Marihuanatag Jesus Sante After careful review of the footage secretly shot of Pinkee's BBQ soaked encounter with Jesus Sante in the backroom of St. Arnold's the winner of King of Marihuanatag goes to Mr. Sante. Hands down. Even seasoned porn stars were shocked at the inventive debauchery on display. Maybe next year he can be coaxed into a public performance? There is no need! The entire ordeal has been featured in Angry Vagina Entertainment's newest release and can be yours for only $29.99! (£20.00 GBP) ($31.00 CAD) Front Back Trenchy Hall of Shame Pile of Headshot Vaginas outside the front doors of St. Arnold's during Marihuanatag. :( Unfortunately some bad apples showed up and tried to ruin the party. Biggest Party Pooper Trenchy of Marihuanatag Killswitch Mitch Some breathers started off with killing but soon realized we were more receptive to hot bananas than hot bullets and so they are spared the Hall of Shame. :)