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The July 5 Summertime Blast organizational efforts have resumed again. It's looking REALLY good but we're in need of a few things:
A really cheap or free couple of vehicles for the dirt track.
A couple of free ogres to help construct the bridges over the creek for said dirt track. It'll take an afternoon of effort, to be rewarded with beer and driving priviledges on race day.
People to plan ahead to ATTEND, drink our beer, eat our food, listen to our live bands, and degenerate. Camping space provided free of charge.
Contact us with clues or questions.

Saturday The Star Bar was purring with the superior sounds of the lovely ladies of Catfight! A good sized crowd hopped about to the as-always marvelous tunes that ended too soon. Jennifer had said they were selling CD's and other merchandise, including Catfight panties, after their set, getting a giggle out of me until they opened a box of white satin panties with the Catfight logo on the ass. I had too much taste, or was too shy, to make any of the obvious jokes.
The Penetrators pushed the Catfight panties aside, so to speak, and proceded to take the crowd on a surfin' safari, Dick Dale style. Bendin' Fenders and bustin' eardrums with their instrumental salute to surf tunes old and new, with a hilarious "Chariots of Foam" surfified Chariots of Fire reference joke thown in just for fun. Despite coming from Alabama, not even anyone in the crowd asked for Freebird. Hellyeahbygod!

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