Friday Night Man Flesh

It's been a tiring week and I'm nearly falling asleep in my chair as YY massages my aching neck and shoulders. Though the Mayor has shut down my vegetarian restaurants, I continue to offer catering services to my loyal customers. It has resulted in more work for me, and higher prices for my customers, but the vegetarians and their sympathizers in Mitchieville will not be forced to eat anchovy tainted salad at The Keg. Despite my tiredness, I did not forget that it's Friday night and that means it's time for some man flesh. Crack open a beer, pour a glass of wine, light a cigarette, spark up that joint and enjoy the visual delights of some fine cuts of man flesh.

Here is my campaign manager, Darcey. He is taking a well deserved night off after a busy week of campaigning. Election day is fast approaching, and I continue to hold a strong lead in the polls. Many thanks to Darcey for his efforts. Many rewards are coming his way. There is a light at the end of the long dark tunnel that has thus far been ruled by Mitch. Better get used to calling the current Mayor by his name, because come October 10th, he will no longer be Mayor.

This is Moe. In addition to fighting the many fires that rage throughout Mitchieville, he also conducts fire safety inspections. He visited my campaign headquarters the other day to express concern over the lack of fire extinguishers available in public buildings. He was also very critical of Mitch, whom he accused of bribing other not so upright fire inspectors to get a passing grade. I assured Moe that once I am elected Mayor of Mitchieville, I will stop the free lunches at city hall and restore safety and order. Thankfully, most of the Mitchieville Fire Fighters are morally sound and caring, meaning the majority of them will vote for Lisa on October 10th.

This is Joe. I like to listen to music during the few hours that I lay my head down to rest for the night. The current electricity shortages in Mitchieville have not always made that possible, so I hired Joe to play his songs for me each night, live.

A special thanks goes to YY, who continues to protect every precious hair on my head. Without him, I would long ago been consumed by Fenris' pet crocodiles.