CLASSIFIED
SERIAL: UFC 5-0017 09

SUBJECT: Report on Activities of Further Confusion 2009.

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Anthro Union Ministry of Information

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DATE WRITEN: 26 FEB 2009

A bit belated but I'm finally writing about my glorious trip to FC. If I can still adequately account for all the events that happened. I have drunken a lot sense then, not to include the sheer amount I consumed there.

Anyways, this year was my first time attending FC as well as my first time to California. Tho, this was not my first con, I've attended Oklacon 05 and 06 as well as MFM 06. That was, of course, when I was living back in Oklahoma. California is a weird state and I fervently despise it. That said, it was the best week of my life. It stated off exciting enough. I, as previously stated, have never been to FC so I opted to follow Comrade  semjay and Comrade  mr-taren in a convoy. While traversing thru Los Angeles, the left front wheel Taren's van so happened to lose 3 of it lug sockets and almost fell off. Faced with predicament, me and my carpool associate, Comrade  talonz_thedragon, set out on our own to find the mysterious city of San Jose. And using my impeccable navigation skills, collection of road atlases, and love of country, I single handedly wrenched success from the clutches of fail and managed in reaching this fabled land.

Thursday: Once I managed to arrive at our destination, I set out on reacquainting myself with my old associate  sohjin. I threw him an MRE and told him to get used to it, for the good Mr Sohjin is joining the Army in a few weeks. Once familiarities where reestablished, I immediately set out on my initial aspect of attending the convention: drinking. Don't remember much else of that day other than drinking whiskey with a Canadian and passing out in my car.

The rest of the days sort of blur together. I remember stomping around in my Russian and East German Uniforms and executing suiters with a little plastic pop gun. I also remember making friends with fellow soviet furs Comrade  luckyfox and Comrade  sixarmedwerewolf and together we made much merriment. Comrade Lucky had a large amount of Russian vodka and beer. Sunday, which I do manage to remember, involved me wondering around the various room parties ending at the party being thrown by my fellow Phoenicians where I got a call from Comrade Lucky wondering about my where abouts and why I wasn't drinking with them. So I found them, already plastered on Russian beer, and eventually went to Lucky's hotel to acquire more Russian beer.

Eventually, after much complaint from Comrade Six about being hungry, we, along with Talonz,  jupe, and  malignant_slurpee, all when to Denny's. Once we arrived, Six, of course, passed out on the table only moving to excuse himself to the restroom for half an hour. By the time he returned we already had our food and eaten upon which Six sat back down and resumed his coma. Eventually Lucky and me had move to another table to watch someone give a rater humorous Bill Cosby impression while Six awoke from his stupor. Seemingly hungry, he slid the rest of Lucky's sandwich over and opened his mouth to take an apparent bite, but instead vomited on Lucky's sandwich. Six then promptly covered the forlorned sandwich with napkins and left. Lucky, of course unaware of the previous befouling of his sandwich, sat down to resume consumption of his tasty dinner, but to find a plate of vomit, much to his chagrin. He then promptly left. I, at this point, noticing some associates of mine from Phoenix on the other side of the restaurant, went to show then my glorious comrade soviets: Six puking his guts out in the parking lot, Luck currently outside humping the window infront of us, and myself with beer in my pocket at Denny's, which I then spilled on my friends who were abolitionists. I left that night with a $50 bill.

The next day I spent dead dogging because I am always the last one to leave any party, and wore my friend  streakthetiger 's fursuit and promptly acted like a jackass.

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