By a vote of 7 votes to none, Proposition 930 has been approved

March 16th - Week two. Strange things are afoot at the Silver Fox, having had consumed too much Formula HJ69 combining the Patron serum with Love Potion number 9. After cheery gay tunes (awkwardly long versions of "My Humps", drunken minors just out of house arrest getting newsboys shots of Jaeger, womens' standards sung by men in octaves only heard by dogs, and too many pool and darts games), the revelry soon turned amuck.

Whataburger

The caravan took a slight detour to visit hamburger touting trannies named Angel where facilities were offered without question (ie the dumpster). Others chose the WC.

The events that shall not be spoken of: (except here by the top secret bloggers).

Jekyll quickly tranformed reveling his true side: that of a nudist. He quickly converted the entire Board of Govenors to dip in hot springs. Harold Hill had a preview as the Bishop revealed his sin. "Very Nice". The apothecary decided to use himself as the subject of his own experiment in facial reconstructive surgery. He was unaware that he risked death. There were not enough antidotes for Constable Corky. The Bishop's moon shone bright that night as the Bishop couldn't convert him, even with sensibly placed jazz hands. Could he see inside the Facade??

The Board conferred; they decided the wounds didn't run deep enough. Jekyll and the first mate treated him with their own version of sympathy and tenderness thanks to the sun city ladies who lunch. The next day would bring an event that deserved fur. The saving grace of the newest hooker in town deflected the wrath of Charlie's angels.

Chambermaid Casey fled the queendom, but not without her own share of evil potions. Soon balls aplenty were flying.

It seemed all was right in the land, minus a few OD's and the first mate gets shore leave.