WHERE'S MY GLASSES???!!!
Oh. They're right here on my head. Let me flip them down so I can see to type this stuff.
Soooooo... looks like it's time to jump right up and shout howdee and tell ya'll that once again, against all warnings from my doctors pertaining to my mental health, come May 30th thru June 1st 2008, the weekend after Memorial Day (observed), it's time once again for the 7th year running of the...
What is it? It's the time when a gaggle
of netscum show up in my backyard in northwest Tennessee to swap lies and
have a good time. No, this isn't some big "biker rally" if that's what
you're looking for. It's a couple of tarp frames for shade with tables
under them to bend an elbow and folding chairs to sit your road weary butt on.
It's a pole barn on the side of the road with a wet bar full of bottom shelf hooch and a keg fridge you pull the tap on, bottled water and soft drinks to wet your
whistle. It's some good eatin' Friday and Saturday nights cooked right
here on site, along with a drive-in type showing of some of
my collection of what could arguably be some
of the worst biker movies made from the 60s thru present.
Plus, there's Cheeseracing after dinner on Saturday!
What's it cost? There's no set amount,
there's tip jars on the table near the salted-in-the-shell peanuts, pickled eggs and pickled
sausages for you to drop in whatever you can afford to help me from losing my
ass on the deal. That's never happened yet, since every penny over the
cost of the party goes to the Edward F. Kieger Charitable Trust
and those who
can dig deep.
Where is there to stay once you get here?
There's tent camping first come, first served here in the yard. If you're
not a ground-dweller, you can check out the
local motels.
T-shirts? Yep, they're black with a
pocket and I'll figure something out to put on the back of them. If you
want one email me and let me know your size and if you want long or short
sleeve. You'll owe me $15 each once you arrive, and if you can't show up
you'll still owe me the $15 + $5 in shipping to get it to you. Don't even
think about stiffing me on the shirt because you'll be cutting into their profit
to Eddie. If you want you can pay for your shirts
plus various and
sundry other MAMBM merchandise using PayPal at the
MAMBM Store. If you
live off that plastic or just don't want to travel with a wad of cash you can
also drop your party donation up front into the virtual
Tip Jar.
Want to make the trip?
Email me and
I'll put you on the list. Wonder how to get here?
Email me and I'll shoot you directions. Want to join a Yahoo Group to ratchetjaw with the regulars before and after the trip?
Email me and I'll
send you an invite or just click
here and join up yerdamself.
See ya here!
Last but not least, the small print:
I am not responsible for fire, theft, accidents or the actions of others. This
is an adult party and if you are bringing a minor, you are responsible for their
supervision. This is private property and I reserve the right to refuse
admittance to or toss out anyone that I feel is infringing on my or the other
attendees good time.
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