About The Legion(lesion?)
The Piss Drunk and Proud
How To Become A Member
A lot has been rumoured about a secret army of party-goers around the world who are there only to get into trouble, and are sanctioned to do so. Well, the myth has been unveiled, and is ready for eyes and light to beget its self.
It was a brisk June evening, around 10 pm EST, and our hero was just commencing a party by burning the sacrificial headpiece. This particular evening it was a black felt fedora. Already half-drunk (official tally of 10:00; half litre Schmirnoff 100 proof, a fifth of J&D Old No.7, and two shots of MadDog 20/20 Orange), the beer arrived, and was greeted by the cock with outstretched hands. At approximately 11:30 pm EST, he had consumed seven beers, and another fifth of J&D.
Elected the official Party Greeter half hour earlier, he was greeting members of carloads who had just recently arrived. He noticed a familiar red Grand Am pull in. Upon reaching the door, the occupant he expected threw open the back driver's side door. Our hero was then given the task of rolling a, quote unquote, "Big fat hoint." The roll was a sucess, however upon a final twist, it burst. One popcan bong later, the entire joint was consumed along with half the rest of the baggy. Official total of pot consumed by 12:15 am EST; a very slim quarter-ounce.
Rejoining the party, our hero found himself not only seriously fried, but sincerely horny as well. Seeking out company, he was not very well recieved by anyone, and found a spot to sit by a fire. The nearest female was a very rotund gal, and he unfortunatly did not take notice of his target's identity. Staring into the fire, his hand found it's way up her leg, and upon reaching the thigh area, he turned facing the person.
At approximately 1:00 am EST, he hit the floor in disgust, and did not move. In this fetal position in the dirt, he was struck with his obvious goal. He had turned into an absolute Weeble, and did not give a shit. He was obviously summoned to form;
The Piss Drunken Cocks, an organisation declared to pissing off other attendees of social gatherings, and not giving a damn. A group that would be set out to have absolute fun, no matter who they rubbed the wrong way. And they would have the vindication to so without any retribution, for they are members of this party loyal to drunken chaotic exploits.
The membership of this organisation is being fully developed.
give me an hour or two.
Here's the current roster:
Paco. Mailbox of the Damned.
Executive Chief in charge of Vomiting
Mike. Tracking down address.
Vice President of Being Meeaaaann
Dan S. no e-mail address as of late.
Lieutenant in Command of Overall Harassment
Emmy. Fetish Department.
Lieutenant Vice President of Intoxi-seduction
Myrmidon. mailbox in torpor.
General Overseer of Branch Marriage
Bob. Mailbox has been shot.
Admiral of Caustic Materials
Dan H. anti-technology
Presiding Minister of Ass Kicking
Please note that this is only the roster of Officers at this time. Everyone will have a title in a short time, and therefore be appended to the list. Perhaps even pictures, if the scanner god will grant it. I'm just a bit lax in how long I feel like sitting and typing at one time. Calling me trite, are you? Well, hey; i can do that, because i'm a Piss Drunk Cock, and i don't give a flying steel armadillo. That's just an example of the power this title entails. It's like being... GOD. *maniacal laughter*
The process by which you can be dubbed one of the Piss Drunk Cocks is one of the following:
