Saturday Night "Club ONT" October 18, 2025 [The 3 Ds]

Ladies and gentlemen, Ette's and Rons, welcome to Club ONT! A collaboration the 3D's - The Disco, The Dino, and The Doggo. Coming to you live from the one, the only Texas MoMe X. Live might be generous. Some pre-blogged content. Ok, most of it. Let's see what's on the docket this evening.

The 3D's are in Corsicana this evening. JQ has the door, bar, snacks, and jukebox tonight - for one night only... No tokens required for the restrooms.

Coincidence that one would go to great lengths to make the journey to Corsicana?

My 3x grandfather, after serving in The War of Northern aggression, walked (no horse) from Eastern Tennessee to Corsicana, Texas. I think about that a lot. He must have known someone there. This picture was shared by a relative in California. pic.twitter.com/iX09Y74a0s

— Clint (@TexianKlan) August 28, 2025

Saturday Night Jokes and Other Funnies

Four college guys go on a weekend road trip.

They are having such a good time that they decide to play hooky and skip out on their Monday exam in psychology. They all send their professor an email saying they had a flat tire while out of town and the professor said no problem, unexpected things happen. They could take it on Tuesday.

Celebrating their white lie they had another big night out and headed back on Monday. When they got back on campus Tuesday they went and saw their professor and she asked if they were all right, thanked them for letting her know ahead of time, and told them to get ready for the test.

Inwardly laughing they were separated into four separate rooms so as not to cheat. All four flipped over the sheet and saw only two questions:

For 5% credit, what does DSM stand for in the DSM-5?

For 95% credit, which tire went flat?

Drink of the Night

Choices without limit.

Live look at the MoMe bar area:

Club ONT Physics

Horde recommended items to study the descent? Ones with chaotic descent? Tumbling descent? Ballistic descent? Bacon descent?

This video of New York City residents throwing trash from their building windows at pro-Hamas fanatics who have been terrorizing the streets is still one of my favorites to watch.

Am I the only one? pic.twitter.com/73feuuIiaj

— Vivid.🇮🇱 (@VividProwess) October 11, 2025

Club ONT Department of History

You may know the town of Taft in California, but did you know that Taft was originally the Town of Moron?

From Wikipedia (so caveat emptor):

The town began as Siding Number Two on the Sunset Railroad. According to a display at the West Kern Oil Museum, local residents asked the Southern Pacific Railroad if the station could be named Moro when the rails arrived in about 1900, but a railroad official declined because the name would be too easily confused with the coastal town of Morro Bay. Instead, the railroad directed the station be called Moron, a word which as yet had no association with lack of intelligence. Pictures of local businesses, including the Moron Pharmacy, hang in the museum.

After a fire burned much of the town, the name was changed (in 1909) to Taft in honor of William Howard Taft.

Did Someone Say Get Together?

Texas MoMe X is flying under the radar. For now.

There have been some ragers over the years.

Belshazzar, the ruling co-regent of Babylon, threw a great big party for 1,000 of his closest friends. He demanded the ceremonial gold and silver goblets from the temple of Jerusalem — taken after Babylon conquered Jerusalem in 587 BC — be brought to him so his guests could sip beer from the sacred vessels in a flashy, sacrilegious show.

Story goes that the hand of God promptly arrived to kill the party and smite Belshazzar, who lost his kingdom and his life later that night.

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Admiral Russell of the Mediterranean fleet took “drunk as a sailor" to new depths with his week-long cocktail party.

In 1694, Russell invited 5,000 sailors to the bash, where the drink of choice was a large fountain full of a brandy wine punch. For reference, the fountain was so large that it’s said men in canoes rowed around inside it to serve as bartenders.

To recreate it at home, just take 250 gallons of brandy, 125 gallons of wine, 1,400 pounds of sugar, 2,500 lemons, 20 gallons of lime juice, and 5 pounds of nutmeg. Serve shaken, stirred, or paddled.

What's the biggest rager the Horde has attended?

Texas MoMe Thoughtful Hordelings

Tokens courtesy of haffhourshower. You mad-scientist, corner the token market types will need to rework your plan.

Eromero with the black t-shirts! Shot glasses courtesy of DDS.

Some Rat came through with commemorative plates and white towels.

TiFW brought logo'd writing pens!

Big ONT thanks for the Horde and their generosity.

Club ONT Music

Top 10ish Comments of the Week overheard at the Texas MoMe.

RI Red, meeting Piper.... "You don't look like I imagined you would. You have less height."

Directions you'll only hear at the MoMe: It's up there, just past the bacon. Exchange between GWB and Doof.

"They're having sex down here!" Nurse Ratched, speaking about the never ending amount of spent brass on handgun range.

So great to meet the king of the permanent record entries. Unknown...

Half the lies they tell about me are not true. Duncanthrax

Shout out to Rancher Bob, for moving the porta-potties away from my camper this year. Sponge

I wish ... (ellipses) was here. He's like a brother from another mother, or a sister from another mister. Actually, he's my sibling from another dribbling. Shain S.

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The Disco, doing Disco things and drawing necessary attention.

*Bruce Wayne squeezed Doof's butt* She Hobbit: Why you giving out squeezes? Bruce Wayne: Because it's Doof!! He looked like he needed it.

Doof Sucks! (weasel) - likely or something that weasel might say about Doof.

Doof is an ASS! (CBD) - likely.

Notably Absent From The Texas MoMe.

Jim Sunk New Dawn was a regular attendee of the Texas MoMes. This was the first one without him, and it sucks to not see him anymore. We left a chair empty in his honor - which is portrayed here. In the chair is a Hawaiian shirt (Jim's standard garment for a MoMe) and a sign which Weasel unveiled. The hangun range at the ranch will forever be a memorial to our brother Jim.

Let's raise a glass in Jim's honor!

This Club ONT was brought to you by freewill, planning, and scheming.

DISCLAIMER: The Club is not responsible for Morons, Misfires, or the Macarena. The Club would also like to remind guests that personal decisions have consequences. Morons getting "scoped" while on the range, sunburnt, and/or interpretive dance moves performed in or near the carport at at the sole discretion and responsibility of the Moron. Proceed at your own risk.

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