Camwhor-a-rama, or, alternatively, *dramatic gasp!*

May 16, 2006 11:14

Oh my god, look what I've done!

Firstly, 
darwinpolice is a real person!  And he drinks queer pink drinks!  On Bourbon Street, even!


Then I got myself right in the middle of a pickled Swede sammich.  Lordy, Lawd, that was mighty fine.



Then it was time to say goodbye to Erik because he is a BIG IMPORTANT BUSINESS MAN GRRRR!  So Lars and I headed up north to my cabin in the secluded Mississippi Delta where my plan to murder him was thwarted by a stray moose we had lots of fun.  You can see the long road to nowhere here.

Lars bonded with my Reilly:



Then I showed him the place where I was forced to work as a small child.  Or maybe it's the old gin commissary dating back to the '30s.  Whatever.



Lars learnt the value of Southern pride:



At some point he also learnt the value of watching me and my friend molesting a statue of some dead guy amidst miles and miles of rubbly devastation.



We chilled at my old pad:



Then we said goodbye.  He cried.  I smiled.



Then I decided to post another pic of Erik and me.



If you're scary and you know it, clap your hands!  *clap clap*
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