Who's filming that Erieau Porn????!!??

Hello Boogie-Knighters,

Someone's gotta help Jackie out, yo! First Rusty the Beaver goes missing, then Blackie "the HARDEST workin' man in Erieau" is gone like the wind. Why oh why do all of our overtly sexual icons go missing? Is someone shooting an Erieau fluffer where the dildo and beaver hook it up? Also, Spitooey's missing. Is it a Menage-a-flick? Does someone got a little XXX studio set up in the fish-house? Are all the au naturel scenes getting shot in the Salt Water Pool? Somehow, I'm seeing the Bayview Bliss Cabins as the setting for this lurid cinematic joint. Blackie was last spotted on a bike outside of Bumper Bs. If you know of his present where-abouts....or, more importantly, the title of Erieau's first (known) adult entertainment flick, holla @ yo blog gangstas!

Hands Ooupp!

Hello Dodge Dealer Denizens,

Guess who was representin' the village at the "Win a Dodge Caliber by listening to CKSY for the Most Continuous Hours" contest (Also they had to stand with their feet planted in one spot with 1 hand flat on the car). Let me give you a hint a la Kanye West:

"You see him at the Call Center
Any given Monday
Processin' the rebates
Then drives off in a Hyundai"

If you guessed Richie, you're right. He's still driving that Hyundai but the brothah did a village proud...15 hours 15 minutes...one of the last 4 hoopties with there hand on the Dodge. The endless standing and hours of your "At Work" favorites finally made Richie's eyes roll back and he let the Caliber go. Besides, everyone knows Richie never misses 10 oclock cocktail hour at the dirty bar Friday night. His feet were killin' him so here's yet another Saturday where Richie's walking funny. Holla @ yer Boy when you see him...and buy him a vodka.

Now this week's Truth In Advertising "Big Ups" go to Tommy Potato. Don't know what I'm talking about? Grab your Blenheim paper and check the Sandbar Specials. I bet that old Petula Clark number "Downtown" is getting a lot of play today at the "Joint who's Name We Dare Not Speak". Word.

God Bless Erieau....and Thomas Edison!

Hello Powerless Villagers,

Observe the time of this post y'all... approximately 5:00 AM. That's because tonight/this morning was the CK PUC's "scheduled power outtage" in our typically electrifying little village. Patches and I like the "POs" because we can head down to the pier and catch up with all of our stellar friends without the crass intrusion of those artificial lights. Everybody holla @ yo' girls Pleides, Orion, Lyra, The Big and Little Dips and my personal favorite (coz David Crosby wrote a song about it), The Southern Cross and even a few UFOs, yo. It was so Klaatu's "Calling Occupants", I couldn't stand it. We were just getting our astronomical groove back when a little white Honda pulls up by the fish house carrying none other than Bumper B and Rich. Patches and I assumed that they had gone down to the pier to make-out beneath the stars, but nope, they waved us over. It seems that both of those fools had early nights (seriously) and were awakened by nature's darkness. Turns out Bumper B is almost as scared of the dark as she is of pleather handbags and fashion from Sears. Without a candle or working flashlight in the 'frame, she headed downtown. Rich woke up from his 8 pm siesta in total darkness and ran like hell to the dirty bar to get last call......shut down @ 3:00 am Scout!

So anyway, they invited us back to Rich's for a little cocktail and bedroom suite bonfire, so 2 dudes, a chick and goat packed into the Prelude (Honda should put that in their adverts) and headed back to Casa Ricardo. Over vodkas, we weighed our options. We could:
1. harass Vidler-ville under the cloak of night (not Jimmmmy, he owns guns)
2. go on an recognizance mission for Blackie @ the Bayview Bliss Cabins
3. wait outside St. Anne's until the service began in 8 short hours
4. catch up with Greta and Mark

Then, the power came back on and all bets were off. Rich went to Sieverts to shout out belated B-day wishes to Steph-J. Bumper B went back to the east-end to change her Kitty-Litty and touch up her fabulous black Chanel nails and I stole 3 Strongbows and 2 bottles of Raspberry wine out of the Prelude and Hyundai and broke into the library to send this message to you. Strongbow and Raspberry wine are a combination as equally delicious as moosetrack ice cream and rotten sardines, BTW! In view of the fact that the EFD fire chief Poncho could walk in here @ anytime, let me end succinctly. The next time they snuff the grid, head downtown. The rest of the Playas do. C'mon y'all...where else can you go where people hook up for cocktails @ 3:30 just because there's no powah? If that's all it takes to get your buzz on, those Mennonites in Shipshewana and St. Jacobs must all be about ready to hang with Betty Ford. Sorry..no photos. Patches sneezed on my digi and killed the flash.