O nce again, the party was held at the Duke's residence in Dallas, Texas. As this was the 5th year that our little clan was celebrating this grand holiday, the T-shirt design was a compilation of things that were "overheard" at previous celebrations.

T he year started out with a bit of controversy as well.

T he invention of Royal Croquet Chess led to another interesting party. However, several of the peasants had a run of bad luck early on in the game and wound up either becoming obstacles or taking a brief respite in the afternoon.

T his year 4 peasants were humiliated, er honored with the presentation of titles. The new members of the clan included El Gato, The Flaming Martyr, The Abbott of Dyngus, and of course the S.L.E.A.Z.Y. W.O.M.A.N. of Dyngus. All of these earned the right to bear a title, except of course our S.L.E.A.Z.Y. W.O.M.A.N. of Dyngus. Basically, she was given one to get her off the Royal Back. Of course, now she wants a better one...

R oyal Croquet Chess. If everyone looks confused, then we are playing it correctly.

M ickey just wants to experience all of Dyngus Day at once. He is seen here playing Royal Croquet Chess (you can't drop your mallet), playing a game of Bitch, and drinking with enthusiasm.

A h, Royalty has its privileges.

Evan: No, I'll help her dance.

Mickey: No, no, let me...