Dance The Swivel-Hips
Well, in an update to yesterday's post, i must report the results of the Easter Basket contest. As threatened, i entered along with Big Jason of Jason & Jason
(he's right behind me in the pic...i'm dancing with Little Jason), redhochipe's husbear, Jim (MAN does he have an impressive basket), and three other guys. i had worn my chaps, buckle harness (leaving the butt strap off since i wanted my ass free...though i did have a yellow bandana looped over the back of my chaps to make it "legal"), my chain with Dad's lock that i had tape-striped in His memory, and an old, white, threadbare jock...loose enough to let my balls show their true size and not be tight and bunched up. So, we're up there and we all shove our baskets through the hole and work it like nobody's business. The crowd was tough, but i got a good round of applause. So did this other guy...a smaller cute guy in a black thong. So they had to have a "basketoff" to break the tie. i got up there and poured my beer on my jockstrap...that got a BIG round of applause. Then the cute guy got up there...he got ok applause...until he turned around and shook his cute little butt at the audience. Big applause...he got the fifty bucks. Cheater. Oh well...
To paraphrase Frank Zappa: "...and [woofer's] the kinda red-blooded American [boy] who'll do anything...i said ANYthing... for fifty bucks..."
i got to play a little with this big, round, woofy Leatherdaddy from Columbus, Ohio. WOOF, i'd love to play with Him sometime. Still, we had a good time, drank more than we should, and i was in the best mood i'd been in in a long time.
Got up and did the family thing with Matthew's family. Came back, took a nap. The work travel agency called to tell me that American had cancelled my flight for tomorrow morning and were wanting to stick me on some reroute flight that wouldn't get me into Chitown until 12-friggin-30 or so. Half the day wasted...i can't afford that shit. So he got them to stick me in a First Class seat on the 8:30 so i'll only be an hour or so late. Sweet!
FINALLY got us all signed up for Bear Pride over Memorial Day weekend...Thursday through Tuesday...i've booked that Fri-Tues off from work.
Tried to do some work, but somebody had futzed with one of the tables last week...oh shuckydarn. So i just had to futz around with the husbear.
(he's right behind me in the pic...i'm dancing with Little Jason), redhochipe's husbear, Jim (MAN does he have an impressive basket), and three other guys. i had worn my chaps, buckle harness (leaving the butt strap off since i wanted my ass free...though i did have a yellow bandana looped over the back of my chaps to make it "legal"), my chain with Dad's lock that i had tape-striped in His memory, and an old, white, threadbare jock...loose enough to let my balls show their true size and not be tight and bunched up. So, we're up there and we all shove our baskets through the hole and work it like nobody's business. The crowd was tough, but i got a good round of applause. So did this other guy...a smaller cute guy in a black thong. So they had to have a "basketoff" to break the tie. i got up there and poured my beer on my jockstrap...that got a BIG round of applause. Then the cute guy got up there...he got ok applause...until he turned around and shook his cute little butt at the audience. Big applause...he got the fifty bucks. Cheater. Oh well...
To paraphrase Frank Zappa: "...and [woofer's] the kinda red-blooded American [boy] who'll do anything...i said ANYthing... for fifty bucks..."
i got to play a little with this big, round, woofy Leatherdaddy from Columbus, Ohio. WOOF, i'd love to play with Him sometime. Still, we had a good time, drank more than we should, and i was in the best mood i'd been in in a long time.
Got up and did the family thing with Matthew's family. Came back, took a nap. The work travel agency called to tell me that American had cancelled my flight for tomorrow morning and were wanting to stick me on some reroute flight that wouldn't get me into Chitown until 12-friggin-30 or so. Half the day wasted...i can't afford that shit. So he got them to stick me in a First Class seat on the 8:30 so i'll only be an hour or so late. Sweet!
FINALLY got us all signed up for Bear Pride over Memorial Day weekend...Thursday through Tuesday...i've booked that Fri-Tues off from work.
Tried to do some work, but somebody had futzed with one of the tables last week...oh shuckydarn. So i just had to futz around with the husbear.