Mary Christmas - A Visitation

QCar is a very privileged car club.
Once a year a miracle happens.
 Out of nowhere at our end of year party Mary Christmas visits.
No other gathering worldwide has such a visit. We are very blessed to have Mary visit us. One of the lovely things that happens when Mary visits is that she gives everyone of those assembled for her visitation a present.
 These presents are graciously accepted by Mary's adoring onlookers. Below is a pictorial remembrance of Mary's December 2012 visitation.
Yea and verily praise be to Mary ...

...

Acolyte Brian of the penis headed reindeer sect awaits Mary's orders to give Brendon (who has been a very good boy this year) his gift

Generous acts of love are inspired by Mary

Edible body candy - Mary supplies the right present for just the right deviant  person

"All I want for Christmas Mary is for the French to restart the manufacture of the pre-war version of the Traction Avant ... oh and can I have a Presidential Citroen DS - De Gaules' will do and ..." 

"And have you been a good boy Terry?" Mary Christmas asks.
"I have to be," Terry answers. "I am married to a former police officer."

"No the schnapps is for me Mary Christmas."

"I hate to tell you this acolyte but one is a bit limp while the other is clearly erect!"

"Did I ever tell you the story about the shale schist in the Moomba Aquifer region Mary Christmas?"

"I wanna a tram and a train and a tram and a train and a tram and a train and a tram and a train a tram and a train and a tram and a train and a tram and a train and a tram and a traina tram and a train and a tram and a train and a tram and a train and a tram and a traina tram and a train and a tram and a train and a tram and a train and a tram and a traina tram and a train and a tram and a train and a tram and a train and a tram and a traina tram and a train and a tram and a train and a tram and a train and a tram and a traina tram and a train and a tram and a train and a tram and a train and a tram and a traina tram and a train and a tram and a train and a tram and a train and a tram and a traina tram and a train and a tram and a train and a tram and a train and a tram and a traina tram and a train and a tram and a train and a tram and a train and a tram and a traina tram and a train and a tram and a train and a tram and a train and a tram and a traina tram and a train and a tram and a train and a tram and a train and a tram and a traina tram and a train and a tram and a train and a tram and a train and a tram and a traina tram and a train and a tram and a train and a tram and a train and a tram and a train ..."

Cracked ribs - all in a day's work for Mary. Such a trooper.

This present giving is hilarious. I has only taken 7 hours and 45 minutes so far. That really beats the two days and the throat slitting of  a sacrificial camel in 2011 ...." 

Robyn's wish was granted and miraculously all her tops were changed to Barbie pink.

The look in their eyes - they adore Mary - there's something about her. (Get it - old-ish movie reference.)

Shaking on the wager. "Yep, 10 to 1 Brian that inside is a black leather  and metal studded bear suit."

"But Mary I've been good.  I have!"

"Boys who have been good deserve a reward," Mary said. "How about 50 lashes?"

"Yes, I am Mary Christmas and this beard is real."

"Sorry Malcolm. You've been a bad boy this year. So I'll see you at my place in 10."

"Ah here it is," Mary said. "With my x-ray vision I can tell it's  white lacy crotchless undies, suspenders and stockings. Who would have thought that was the standard uniform for joining QCar? 

QCar Christmas Party

A Curtsey! Goodness!

A whine for Clinton

Rod accepting his award

Brian meets Mary Christmas

Stunned onlookers

Friendly fire. 

Santa's little helper. Plus Winnie.

A Christmas attack

The Mary and Peter Mutual Admiration Society

But has he been a good boy Mary?

Mary with her bad boy!

      "And the other 23 things I want for Christmas are . . . " 

Rod: "I can't believe this is happening. Just sooooooo embarrassing."

Mary Christmas: "Here we go again."

"World peace and a Lotto win should do it Mary . . ."

Brendan looked deeply into Mary Christmas's eyes and found . . . astigmatism

Mary Christmas: "I have a puddin' for you but first . . . "

Doggus Interuptus

Mary Christmas: "My, what a package!"

"Yes, I find these leather pants quite fetching. Thank you Mary Christmas."

Nipple cripple!!!

Harvey accepts gift with stunned looking Beau as onlooker

Wayne: "CHOCOLATE!!!!"

"Don't mind if I do . . ."

Christmas Party Awards

The Christmas Party

Once up on a time Rodderick Blanchard had a lovely little house on a suburban street with a big back yard. He decided to hold a party - a Christmas party.

"Who shall I hold a party for?" Rod asked himself. Thinking "yes" I shall use the shortened form of my very long name for the rest of this fairy tale.

"I could hold it for the car club I'm currently the King of He mused to himself or I could hold it for the curry dinner club people," he thought.

He then grabbed a glass of ruby red current juice and wandered into his big backyard with the lawn and nice roses.

On the lawn Rod noticed a frog. A big fat frog. The frog croaked and then jumped away out of our story.

Then Rod had a 'Eureka' moment. (Man in bath tub discovering the displacement of volume, not the stockade type Eureka moment.)

"I could hold the party for both the curry and the car people."

And so He did. He decorated his back yard in the finest fashion befitting the style of the season and everyone came along and they all had a lovely lovely time. And here's the pictures from it . . .


Now this is Rod's big back yard. Big enough to hold a little car and several thousand 'borrowed' signs. Isn't it pretty!


At the party people talked . . .


. . . they posed for photos and smiled politely . . .


. . . they pointed at things . . .


. . . and drank champagne because that is a stoffisticated party drink . . .


. . . and posed for photos a bit more . . .


. . . and wore silly head ornamentation . . .


. . . and wore marvellous magical cloaks . . .


. . . that held secrets only the initiated could understand . . .


. . . and people tried to decipher the meaning thereof . . .


. . . and the posing people got in another shot . . .


. . . and people stood around and chatted and didn't complain . . .


. . . and much information, gossip and inuendo was exchanged . . .


. . . and the camera hogs stood in front of the camera again . . .


. . . and Rod met a giant . . .


. . . a very cute, hunky sort of giant . . .


. . . and . . .


. . . people looked on . . .


. . . and some saw the hazards ahead . . .


. . . while other were distracted by chatter and magic . . .


. . . and then people looked at things . . .


. . . and Rod pointed . . .


. . . and people ate . . .


. . . and they stood around . . .


. . . and they ate . . .


. . . and sat . . .


. . . and sat . . .


. . . and decided to not go over 30 . . .


. . . and Rod made a fine speech in which he said many things . . .


. . . and then some people decided to get into a car all together at once . . .


. . . and then they got out again (some visiting the chiropractor the next day) . . .



. . . and then they toasted to good health and a happy 2010.

And everyone lived happily ever after.

The End.