High Socks, Small Cocks

Now that I’m back to being as healthy as I normally am, Monday updates are back on the agenda. This weekend was a mixed-bag of good times. Not to imply that it wasn’t good, just that the good times varied to a large degree. It started with the usual on Friday which was somewhat disappointing and left certain members to question whether or not a new Friday night spot is in order. There was still plenty of dancing and drunken good times, but it was not as intense as usual. Chalk it up to Summerfest..speaking of which, Psychedelic Furs anyone? I’ll meet you at the sign for the Miller Oasis…I’ll be the one with my pants down.

Saturday started off with the biggest brunch I’ve yet eaten with a few guest stars that would have made Caligula blush. There was a skate jam on Sat which was fun, but tiringly hot. The jam produced a hot and crabby Lord Crue, so we decided to go fishing. Josh caught a bucketmouth within minutes of getting to the spot, followed by the smallest fish ever to be caught with hook and line. Sometimes it works like that. Sunday was more skating and afterwards a somewhat bizzare “squirt gun” style water fight. There may have been a yellow rag present, I’m not really sure. I do know that water is very noticeable on grey denim.

For rad things this week, ladies of leisure of course, weepy the wee-wee, pics of dudes in cowboy hats, blueberry waffles, new-old tricks, the prospect of the Girl/Chocolate team at Mad Planet, talking on the phone and holding it, paddle boats that look like bowling balls, yerba mate, Cruising getting better with each viewing, dancing girls with flowers in their hair, energy drinks made by the “Love Factory” and the Krooked video.