Nothing Say Whites Only Like A German Flag On A Party Flyer
That was probably my favorite comment when putting up flyers for the American Dagoe Frog's Roshambo and Spinn the Bottle Jamborie, which will be taking place later on tonight.
Speaking of Roshambo, probably the weirdest thing from the last week was hanging out down at the Qween Triscuit with Sam when all of the sudden this guy Mel he works with runs in from the kitchen and kicks Sam square in the nuts. If Mel was a woman in vinyl and the whole scenario was on a computer screen I probably would have whipped it out and started jacking off, but things as they were I was beside myself. If Mel had gone near Sam while he was down I was going to make his head look like an old Oak tree, real notty.
Then all of the sudden Sam hops up with his pelvis protruding and looking like some sort of superior being from another world. "Whatcha got in there, Sam", Taz said. Mel then whacked Sam on the groin with his baseball cap. I still didn't know what the hell was going on. Sam rolled around on the ground and got up just as quickly and said, "let's get out of here".
Leaving I said, "Sam I think you're alot nicer than I am". He said, "no you don't understand he saw me put this in my pants". Sam opens his fly and busts out a 5 lb. bag of bacon that Mel saw him stow away in his trousers. "So you didn't feel anything", I asked. "Not a damn thing", as he patted his 5 pound pig flesh cup that lay next to him in the cab of his pick up. We went back to Sam's house and ate bacon.
Oh yeah he stole this big pork chop too.
We've actually been back into the music making mode of late. It's good stuff. Lousy easy listening pleasing to the masses sounding shit that it is. Considering what I listen to you'd think I'd make really hard shit all the time, but not so much.
I've been fagging off on OKCupid lately. Mail is fun. I've started mailing shit to people again. I sent Stalker Bill a couple of post cards and a really disturbing letter to an old room mate of mine. Damn it's 6:30 in the morning and I'm not even tired. A little while ago I was thinking there will be a Boogie Nights like movie loosely based on my life one day. I figure the opening scene will be of some guy whacking off in front of a computer (camera angle strategically placed so that you can't see anything), and then the camera would break away to a shot under the chair looking at the back of my calves and then there is a grunt and a bucket of cum spurts onto the floor in five pulses. Yeah and then the rest of it would be The Birth of a Nation for the 21st century.
Speaking of Roshambo, probably the weirdest thing from the last week was hanging out down at the Qween Triscuit with Sam when all of the sudden this guy Mel he works with runs in from the kitchen and kicks Sam square in the nuts. If Mel was a woman in vinyl and the whole scenario was on a computer screen I probably would have whipped it out and started jacking off, but things as they were I was beside myself. If Mel had gone near Sam while he was down I was going to make his head look like an old Oak tree, real notty.
Then all of the sudden Sam hops up with his pelvis protruding and looking like some sort of superior being from another world. "Whatcha got in there, Sam", Taz said. Mel then whacked Sam on the groin with his baseball cap. I still didn't know what the hell was going on. Sam rolled around on the ground and got up just as quickly and said, "let's get out of here".
Leaving I said, "Sam I think you're alot nicer than I am". He said, "no you don't understand he saw me put this in my pants". Sam opens his fly and busts out a 5 lb. bag of bacon that Mel saw him stow away in his trousers. "So you didn't feel anything", I asked. "Not a damn thing", as he patted his 5 pound pig flesh cup that lay next to him in the cab of his pick up. We went back to Sam's house and ate bacon.
Oh yeah he stole this big pork chop too.
We've actually been back into the music making mode of late. It's good stuff. Lousy easy listening pleasing to the masses sounding shit that it is. Considering what I listen to you'd think I'd make really hard shit all the time, but not so much.
I've been fagging off on OKCupid lately. Mail is fun. I've started mailing shit to people again. I sent Stalker Bill a couple of post cards and a really disturbing letter to an old room mate of mine. Damn it's 6:30 in the morning and I'm not even tired. A little while ago I was thinking there will be a Boogie Nights like movie loosely based on my life one day. I figure the opening scene will be of some guy whacking off in front of a computer (camera angle strategically placed so that you can't see anything), and then the camera would break away to a shot under the chair looking at the back of my calves and then there is a grunt and a bucket of cum spurts onto the floor in five pulses. Yeah and then the rest of it would be The Birth of a Nation for the 21st century.