Willow's 7th Annual Ball

oh my!
   Another year gone by, a good one - at least from the view point of a squashed bug (?)

   I'm keen this year on sampling the rootbeer that I heard an old gnarly tree sprite was squeezing out of a juicy sassafras and serving up on Willow's lawn, overlooking the gentle Scioto.

   And what of the rumors of Steve Martin riding Mr. Ed bareback whilst strumming his, ahem, banjo? Here's hoping I've passed out by that hour in the inflatable yurt I'm planning to blow up and float down the river in. Pray tell, where will I wind up?

   OK, so these big froufrous  aren't my piece of cheese - I'll leave the frivolities to his majesty, Dinosaur Hand... I suspect he is the real reason I get invited to this shindig year after year. Me, I'm a big scared of all the fine lace and twirling and sword fights that tend to break out at the mansion, but the random ado gets Dino snapping...

Hey, it looks like Dinosaur Hand has asked his buddy Carl to accompany us
to the ball. Carl likes a good party and is known to tip his elbow.
Coat check?

     ...so I've left the preparations to Dinosaur Hand, just so he isn't too hung over to get up Sunday morning for church. What's that? OK, we'll skip morning services, but I won't by any chance miss out on bacon and eggs and strong coffee... oh unless we're twelve miles down the Scioto. Anybody got a map? An oar?

Dino can be a bit grabby - Is your underwear flame retardant?
 

      I think I'm dressing as Dark Helmet to commemorate the upcoming Star Wars movie... Gawd I hope it doesn't suck. Dinosaur Hand is pulling out all the stops however, and is channeling Katniss from Catching Fire.

     Beware, if any fracases break out. Dinosaur Hand is hoping the Swiss army revolver he ordered off of Craig's List will ship before the party!

Oh, and if Dinosaur Hand does get a little tipsy he'll want to tell you all about that time
he ALMOST got the part of Live Long & Prosper.
It's all bullshit, but please play along...
for my sake.

ghgh, etc.