Mantooth stepped up again with his annual superhero theme party.
The full name of the party was “The Rampart League of Earth Justice in Space Super Hero Costume Party.”
The genius of his crazy creations isn’t bound by any rules that tend to govern the full spectrum of emerging Bashes. Convention need not apply. 
Mantooth was the The Inseminator, unbent sexuality in supervillain form, adorned with his utility belt containing all sorts of sordid paraphernalia to assist in his quest of inseminating nations far and wide.
I came into fray as Captain Excess, representing the darker side of the hero universe with quick consuming abilities and the power to cause riots by mentally-forcing weak minds to party.
My girl The Pillar, a member of The Inner Circle, is immune to the evocative telekinesis I possess, and my shiny armor deflects her most powerful attack, so we’re two peas in a pod. The assembly was glorious! 
One of the first villains I came across was Fuck Face, and he affectionately obliged in drinking more.
I immediately figured him as a worthy ally rather than foe. Fuck Face was unstoppable in his pillage, eating someone’s relative without wavering.
But he declined my offer to join The Inner Circle, instead opting to stick with his original partner-in-crime, the incomparable Supervagina.
Then our greatest fears were met with a blindsided blow of the wind; it was Smelly Man riding in on his glide-powered motorbike!
Boo-Yah! I challenged him to drink as others began clearing the way from his pungent scent of extreme death. The onlookers were eagerly waiting for Smelly Man to loosen up.
Our attentions turned lethal when Dazzler floated down the stairways, lifting everyone’s spirits with colors and stars, and even the evildoers couldn’t resist her aura.
I noticed Robin wanting to step up, so I verbally dished a booze whammy on his psyche. He mellowed and remained still.
Before I could properly embellish myself in the newly forged kingdom, all of a sudden, an eerie calmness overtook the swelling crowd, which could’ve only meant one thing . . .
The Cat Napper! He forced me to look in his bag, shoved it into my face, and I passed out for 20 minutes.
When I awakened, Raj Vasher was standing above me, shaking his head saying, “You should’ve never fallen for The Cat Napper’s salacious trappings.”
Raj Vasher was Beer Man, equipped with 12 different methods to open anything alcoholic.
His acquired abilities also assisted in staying heterosexual.
I was definitely promoting overkill on the feeble superheroes to drink, to Bash with me, to overthrow their senses with the aura of Captain Excess.
We also had Special Sauce, who was in from Little Italy to represent all the sauciers in the world.
His primary superhero power was saucing.
Another captain, Captain Armenia, shielded my egging on to drink more.
Then a hungered wolf drooling heavy made his way through searching for prey to feed the insatiable hunger brought on by full moon.
Ta-Dow! I rapidly realized that Comedy Carhole was represented by my distinguished attorney Collin, the sheep in wolf’s clothing.
We spoke of possible quandaries in law, and then he went back in to plunder.
Indiana Jones arrived with the always seductive Cat Woman, and she was playing tricks on all the male minds. Luckily, Indy sees through that garbage.
Quite a duo, and I quickly noticed who led the charge of that combo.
Terrence and Philip came in female form, and their gaseous tidings warded me off.
Lance made a late night appearance off-the-heals of a competitive game of soccer, a victory. He was Henchman #2.
I thought I’d be able to recruit him for my world domination efforts, but I inadvertently got him to Bash.
As a surprise to no one, Earl dropped in with bombs a falling.
Earl would swill, drop pointed insults while accurately Bashing, then hide behind Lex Luthor’s invisible shield.
Earl was also apparently quite the womanizer, and The Basher was in awe for once.
Why wouldn’t Earl be infatuated with Wonder Woman? Who wasn't . .
And then, like clockwork, Earl teamed up with Beer Man to astound you.
Aside from the major group meeting, I discovered that some Justice League plotting was going on behind the scenes.
It was then that the mysterious Cloak came in to stoke malicious deeds, his powers clearly undefined, but he’s been known to wallop fright into the hearts of prospective opponents.
The Cloak moved in on the courageous Pillar, who justly attacked back using the wickedly dynamic luminous-mind attack with the veracity of a fearless charmer warding off eminent evil easy, chopping his brain in quarters.
After that quick and entertaining display of destruction, I gave this one hero a taste of my quenching fruit juice. She began her attempts to regain the power to fly, but without any success due to the suggestive powers of Captain Excess.
When the sky could no longer welcome her with open arms, I convinced her that I was the key for her to regain any superpowers.
At that point, I realized Captain Excess was a bona fide Supervillain. Awards were given out around midnight based on votes from all attendees. The Inseminator, The Cat Napper and Dazzler were exempt from candidacy because they were humbly hosting.
The four awards were for Best Superhero and Best Supervillain (based on existing character), along with Best Superhero and Supervillain created by a guest.
I vaguely remember voting for Captain Armenia because I couldn’t vote for The Inseminator. The Captain brought his block celly.
I exceeded. The Pillar provided shimmering incandescence for the sake of extravagance, lighting up the venue and succeeding on all levels.
The Cat Napper became bitter because he needed sleep, and the booze I stealthily provided him from vengeance obviously weakened his commonly effective superpowers. The fire of Rabbit Spinner proves my merit.
Suffice to say, Captain Excess has officially been retired. A side cannot be taken, the good or the evil.
To think Halloween is around the corner, what oh what might I be? At this rate, probably a zombie after listening to The Cranberries.
The full name of the party was “The Rampart League of Earth Justice in Space Super Hero Costume Party.”The genius of his crazy creations isn’t bound by any rules that tend to govern the full spectrum of emerging Bashes. Convention need not apply. Mantooth was the The Inseminator, unbent sexuality in supervillain form, adorned with his utility belt containing all sorts of sordid paraphernalia to assist in his quest of inseminating nations far and wide.I came into fray as Captain Excess, representing the darker side of the hero universe with quick consuming abilities and the power to cause riots by mentally-forcing weak minds to party.My girl The Pillar, a member of The Inner Circle, is immune to the evocative telekinesis I possess, and my shiny armor deflects her most powerful attack, so we’re two peas in a pod. The assembly was glorious! One of the first villains I came across was Fuck Face, and he affectionately obliged in drinking more.I immediately figured him as a worthy ally rather than foe. Fuck Face was unstoppable in his pillage, eating someone’s relative without wavering.But he declined my offer to join The Inner Circle, instead opting to stick with his original partner-in-crime, the incomparable Supervagina.Then our greatest fears were met with a blindsided blow of the wind; it was Smelly Man riding in on his glide-powered motorbike!Boo-Yah! I challenged him to drink as others began clearing the way from his pungent scent of extreme death. The onlookers were eagerly waiting for Smelly Man to loosen up.Our attentions turned lethal when Dazzler floated down the stairways, lifting everyone’s spirits with colors and stars, and even the evildoers couldn’t resist her aura.I noticed Robin wanting to step up, so I verbally dished a booze whammy on his psyche. He mellowed and remained still.Before I could properly embellish myself in the newly forged kingdom, all of a sudden, an eerie calmness overtook the swelling crowd, which could’ve only meant one thing . . .The Cat Napper! He forced me to look in his bag, shoved it into my face, and I passed out for 20 minutes.When I awakened, Raj Vasher was standing above me, shaking his head saying, “You should’ve never fallen for The Cat Napper’s salacious trappings.”Raj Vasher was Beer Man, equipped with 12 different methods to open anything alcoholic.His acquired abilities also assisted in staying heterosexual.I was definitely promoting overkill on the feeble superheroes to drink, to Bash with me, to overthrow their senses with the aura of Captain Excess.We also had Special Sauce, who was in from Little Italy to represent all the sauciers in the world.His primary superhero power was saucing. Another captain, Captain Armenia, shielded my egging on to drink more.Then a hungered wolf drooling heavy made his way through searching for prey to feed the insatiable hunger brought on by full moon.Ta-Dow! I rapidly realized that Comedy Carhole was represented by my distinguished attorney Collin, the sheep in wolf’s clothing.We spoke of possible quandaries in law, and then he went back in to plunder.Indiana Jones arrived with the always seductive Cat Woman, and she was playing tricks on all the male minds. Luckily, Indy sees through that garbage.Quite a duo, and I quickly noticed who led the charge of that combo.Terrence and Philip came in female form, and their gaseous tidings warded me off.Lance made a late night appearance off-the-heals of a competitive game of soccer, a victory. He was Henchman #2.I thought I’d be able to recruit him for my world domination efforts, but I inadvertently got him to Bash.As a surprise to no one, Earl dropped in with bombs a falling.Earl would swill, drop pointed insults while accurately Bashing, then hide behind Lex Luthor’s invisible shield.Earl was also apparently quite the womanizer, and The Basher was in awe for once.Why wouldn’t Earl be infatuated with Wonder Woman? Who wasn't . .And then, like clockwork, Earl teamed up with Beer Man to astound you.Aside from the major group meeting, I discovered that some Justice League plotting was going on behind the scenes.It was then that the mysterious Cloak came in to stoke malicious deeds, his powers clearly undefined, but he’s been known to wallop fright into the hearts of prospective opponents.The Cloak moved in on the courageous Pillar, who justly attacked back using the wickedly dynamic luminous-mind attack with the veracity of a fearless charmer warding off eminent evil easy, chopping his brain in quarters.After that quick and entertaining display of destruction, I gave this one hero a taste of my quenching fruit juice. She began her attempts to regain the power to fly, but without any success due to the suggestive powers of Captain Excess.When the sky could no longer welcome her with open arms, I convinced her that I was the key for her to regain any superpowers.At that point, I realized Captain Excess was a bona fide Supervillain. Awards were given out around midnight based on votes from all attendees. The Inseminator, The Cat Napper and Dazzler were exempt from candidacy because they were humbly hosting.The four awards were for Best Superhero and Best Supervillain (based on existing character), along with Best Superhero and Supervillain created by a guest.I vaguely remember voting for Captain Armenia because I couldn’t vote for The Inseminator. The Captain brought his block celly.I exceeded. The Pillar provided shimmering incandescence for the sake of extravagance, lighting up the venue and succeeding on all levels.The Cat Napper became bitter because he needed sleep, and the booze I stealthily provided him from vengeance obviously weakened his commonly effective superpowers. The fire of Rabbit Spinner proves my merit.Suffice to say, Captain Excess has officially been retired. A side cannot be taken, the good or the evil.To think Halloween is around the corner, what oh what might I be? At this rate, probably a zombie after listening to The Cranberries.
It was my third in a row, so I wanted to see what he had in store besides delicious BBQ.
Grill work is Mantooth’s key joy aside from Bashing, and his concoctions after heavy marinating and diligent care are never a letdown.
The recurring pot luck theme that accompanies ensures mass quantities of amazing food. Erika came along to enjoy the spectacle of Mantooth's fine work on the BBQ, and also to wear no pants.
She happily assisted on the Q, and this is what I saw when I couldn't stop eating.
Mantooth's Festivus chili was masterful, so expectations go a little high, but he never disappoints in any arena. He claimed that if we ran out of food, this dog was going on the grill.
Even without the always great food presented for consumption, his personality is what draws you in. At one point, just for fun, he did the Mantooth Jig.
He shows off the moves every now and then, to rouse the goers, build up momentum early for what usually extends well into the night.
Geoffrey was there, a reminder of the form Bashers take while roving this circle zealously.
He never ceases to surprise with his randy humor and chivalrous depravity.
Raj made it out to his third straight No Pants Day as well, this time arriving in style with quality drawers.
It was a nice summery evening in Los Angeles, good enough to help sutain the party atmosphere long into the night. Of the impending arrivals, I wasn’t surprised to see Gunther show off package with his soiled skivvies.
Megadeth guy seemed to be hypnotized by the undies, entranced, unable to look away.
Legends are made at No Pants Day. Geoffrey didn’t suppress his id for long, delving once again upon the sweet joys of hot whisky. Mantooth continued his streak in cooking perfection while nobody was wearing pants. The Fire Department came to check on the party, to make sure the tree outside didn’t light up like last year.
He admired our knickers and refused a Miller High Life. We continued Bashing.
Mantooth’s place also has an interesting restroom facility, as a side note.
After business finished, I noticed that more food was coming off the grill, and I wasn't surprised.
As the night progressed they all undressed. Steven said hello and drank a beer.
That was when Mantooth turned into a wolf hungering for his gallery of whores.
Mantooth doesn’t have to move at all, and he gets love easy.
Some girls give you love because they have to, others give it because of you. When I’m reincarnated, I want to come back as Mantooth.
Some get special love when causing discontentment to those dignified in their No Pants Day endeavors. Going against all the rules, one girl was unlucky enough to come in wearing a skirt.
She got berated badly by the hooch monkeys on the porch, enough to know a switch was needed immediately. Paula was a good sport and Mantooth entrusted her with his lucky pair.
Surely Geoffrey got involved in the verbal mele, spewing hatred with a slurred tongue and bad intention.
Raj Vasher had some bad intentions of his own, which I saw from a distance before leaving.
