Ghetto Party at FaeryMan's Crib

On my way home from the bar, and after I dropped off this guy I met there (he was drunk and I figured he needed a ride home because he didn't remember anything), I figured I'd stop by this party I'd heard about, being held by faeryman at his pad.

My shirt was ruined, as the guy had vomited all over me at a few different points, so I took it off and threw it out the window, and just put on my black leather biking jacket as I neared faeryman's driveway. The smell of the leather mixed with my own sweat and put me into a good mood as I pulled onto faeryman's yard. I was ready for a party, and knowing my fellow trolls would be there, the two cases of cheap, illegally imported Mexican beer in my back seat looked all the better in my rearview mirror. So did the illegally-imported Mexican immigrant.

Upon knocking on faeryman's front door, it fell over with a thud and a human groan. After I walked over the door and came inside, I looked and saw that none other than Signal 11 was crushed underneath. I promptly backed up a few paces back onto the door so I could see all who were there.

In the corner, at a table, were Troll Mastah and 1St P0St Tr0LL KinG, playing War. Troll Mastah was singing songs loudly that (I assumed) he was making up as he went along. 1St P0St Tr0LL KinG was trying to shut him up and talk to him about socio-political circumstances that lead to trolling. Troll Mastah wouldn't have any of that, though, and after belting out the last verse of something sung to the tune of Michael Jackson's Dirty Diana, he barfed all over 1St P0St Tr0LL KinG's cards. I don't think 1St P0St Tr0LL KinG cared. He barfed right afterward all over Signal 11, who had crawled out from under the fallen door and to the table, in what I guessed was an attempt at finding shelter for his bruised, alcohol-poisoned body.

Anyway, faeryman soon approached me and took the beer off my hands (which I never saw again…) and asked how I was doing. “What the Hell is Signal 11 doing here!?” I blurted. Knowing that every true troll hates Signal 11, there had to be some good good reason he was partying with the likes of us.

“Well gnarphlager and Bruce Perens. (note the period) thought it would be a good idea to ‘have a little fun’ at the party tonight. And since Signal 11's ego blinds him from the most clever of our attacks against him, it was easy to convince him that this party was being held in his honor,” faeryman explained. “We told him Hemos would be here, and that was it. He said he'd be here, muttered about ‘Spanish Fly’ or something to someone in the background, and hung up the phone,” he continued. “Once he was here it only took him a half hour to get drunk.”