Liver Please, Liver Cheese. . .

Burnt Toast went to Ferrell Fest and all he got was this crappy hangover.

Chalk another one up for the books people. We managed to pull it off again and no one got hurt, no one got beat up, we did, however, have a little comical police intervention, but in the end, another great party.

I had to gate check my liver this morning before I got on the plane. Helluva a mess that was.

Now, I'm back in the office, but about to go out on a job or two. Last week, we had some very cold weather which put the kibosh on any concrete placing, so everyone has piled on the schedule for today. We've made millions of dollars putting square pegs in round holes and doing the work of ten men with five. People out sick, delays on previously scheduled work, vacation days, you name it. Guess it's gonna be another one of those days.

Just glad I don't have to put a rhombus into a isosceles trapezoid.

We'll catch up with the weekend happenings when I get a break from the workflow of real life. But for now, I leave you with this. . .

The Galvin Hat lives like Gunga Din. . .

. . .and what great weekend of fun can start without kicking Magnulf in the nuts first?

Yeeeowww!

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Ferrell Fest 2009. . .

Well folks, believe it or not, it's on again. Last year's Ferrell Fest was a rousing success with fun, food, games, great music by the Scooter Brown Band and of course, beer. Lots and lots of beer.

What was originally conceived as an annual event has now transmogrified itself into a bi-annual gathering of fine people from the Houston area. As always, Ferrell Fest is hosted by Fabrice Differdange and most certainly Nils will be there, as well as Magnulf Grislubsen.

This year's musical act will be the two man band known as Southbound. They performed recently at Nauti Girl's birthday jamboree and let me tell you something folks, they rocked. And rolled. And rocked a little more. Then rolled. And rocked once more. I think they played more than 5 or 6 hours and we never heard the same song twice unless it was by request of Marslenjurg, who wanted to hear the 12 minute live version of Lynyrd Skynyrd's Freebird over and over and over again. Long story short, they put on a great show.

Here is this year's invitation/banner of random mind jibber, courtesy of yours truly:

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So, if you find yourself in the Magnolia area of Houston, drop on by for some fun and stay for a while or until you hear Nils and Fabrice say, "watch this shit!"

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It's Not Magic, It's An Illusion. . .

Here we see Magnulf using his immense mind powers to satisfy his nicotine craving by making a pack of Marlboro Lights materialize right before our eyes.

His girlfriend in the background is apparently unimpressed.

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Like A Train Off The Tracks. . .

In this photo, Magnulf, using a powerful mind trance to predict the future, is startled by what he sees.


Even Chico the chihuahua is disturbed.



Classic fail.

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There Are No Words. . .

that can describe the following scene with confidence.

On second thought, one word comes to mind: madness!!



From right to left: Scram Delicious, Frundler Blinklighter, Magnulf Grislubsen, Moles Rimslider and the as of yet to make an appearance at Burning Toast, Flim Plainler.

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Worlds Collide. . .

Here is a rare photograph of Nils and his personal astrologer Magnulf Grislubsen.

Magnulf shortly after this photo was taken, properly predicted by reading the undulating surfaces of white corn tortilla chips, that Nils would soon sneeze out phlegm in the shape of the Norwegian god of war, Odin. An ominous sign and an end to a very cool party.

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