Friday, April 13, 2007
The Charter Party
Next week I’m applying for membership at Cincinnati’s very own little political country club, The Charter Party.
My good friend The Dean tried to get in a few weeks ago, but sadly he was rejected. Their decision may or may not have been based on race.
After they broke his heart, The Dean wrote this hilariously awkward song:
It inspired me, so now I’m applying, too! I figure it’s a win-win situation. If they let me in, I’ll proudly represent the Charter Party throughout the world, especially when I get drunk and accidentally expose myself to a bus full of school children that I mistake for the Swedish Bikini Team. If get turned down, I save $25 on the entrance fee AND I get to throw a fucking fit about it! Might I add that my tissy-fits are tsunamis of fury.
Later, we can get a minority to also apply and get rejected so we can turn it into a civil rights battle. Whatever comes of this, I encourage all weird fuckers and miscreants in the Cincinnati area to apply for Charter Party membership. If we get enough people to infilitrate their group, we’ll have the votes to change their name to “The Social Ironist Party.”
For membership information, go here: http://www.chartercommittee.org/
