More Beer?

Windshadow from Big Bear Butt Blogger asks if, now that she has her own freak show bunny thing, if there's any reason to go back to Beerfest. She already gots a Ram mount to rest her Dainty Elf Butt on, gettin' so blitzed that yer willin' ta dance with a squidface just fer da heck of it ain't her thing. So. Is there somethin' worth goin back for?

Short answer: ummm .... no.

Long, thought-out as-insightful-as-an-intellect-of-30-will-let-me-be answer: ummm ... no.

There's an outfit that'd let her look like a reject from Brother Stoutbelly's All-Dwarf Oompah band, and some goggles what make everyone look likes gnomes. Yeh, right. She could come over to Orgrimmar and get da googles to make everyone look like dashing and virile orcs, but that'd be a lot of trouble. 'Sides, it'd always be so dang disappointing when da mood is right and it's time to take the goggles off and Ooops! He's just a pasty-skinned human. Bugger that!

Need More Beer

Zinzi and I went to the opening night of Beerfest last night. What I can remember is a lot like this picture - blurry, and lots of pink elekks. I also remember riding around Orgrimmar on a ram (fuhg only know what I did with my talbuk) yelling about how great the beer was.

And when I woke up this morning there was this thing - looked like a rabbit with horns and wings - peeking out at me from a beer mug. Trust me, when you've got a hangover what feels like half the Burning Legion be pounding on yer skull, the last thing ya need is some freak of nature eyeballing you.

One thing I does remember is Zinzi getting real blitzed and hitting on me big time. Not that I blames her, 'cause with 300 pounds of muscle all covered in khorium armor and sharp spikes I's about as virile as it gets. But I didn't take advantage or nuthin', 'cause she's a friend and also 'cause I knew she was gonna be pukin' inside of half an hour and I knew that was just gonna kill tha mood for me.

Tonight - we get to do it all again. Beer! Beer! Beer!