I was wondering what the fuck that meant.

This is my favorite:

Um, well, um,

It's da shit, yo!

Balz™ just sprayed me with bitter juice.















From the orange tree out back.

Hiram, I love you.

Lounge Superdamning Blackmail Photos™,
now with enhanced HiramAction™!

Who the fuck is Hand rue Tea?

Hiram - the WS events are much more boringest. We need more anal sex and animal masterbatering.

Excellent inspiration for future Lounge event posters.

The day after.

Best part is I can't get into the admin cp to delete any of this.

Um, no.

I like boring. Boring is good. And keep Grim away from my birds.

This one will go down in the annals of history though.

or the anals of history . . .

To late Cros. You can remove it but it's been seen (and saved).

I think you meant anal's of history, and it's too late I've saved all the pictures.

as the blackouts fade..........

Only one phrase comes to mind.

Oh Shit!

Congrats on a good time to all.

Maybe Skeeter was fucking with it.

I should've had a cig for that photo, dammit . . .

It is a real good thing I didn't make it after seeing all the shenanigans that are going on.

hoo boy... home now. that sleep i've been avoiding is creeping its way down my face and soon i shall fall into the loving familiar folds of my bed... far far away from all you crazy fuckers!


all you crazy fuckers who i already miss like home, yo.

What an absolute mindfucking blast. it was indeed a pleasure to have met y'all who made it out. Cros, it was too damned long since I last saw you, and hopefully it won't be nearly so long before I see you again. Spongey, it's been about goddamned time. I'm glad you were there. Even if you did turn around and plant the senator's balls on Grimmy's face while we slept. Grimmy, my ass pillow Mexican brother, what can i say? Love ya, ya sick fook. Get Dead Boy signed up and posting.

My mind is still reeling. I'll have to go through my pics and see what hasn't been posted yet so I can get those up. Or maybe Abby will beat me to it. They're all on her computer as well.

Friday. Friday was fucking insane. I don't know how many people have thanked me for being there that night. I took the greyhound up after work and got in around 10:30ish, maybe a little later. So everyone was already well smashed, and many bruises laid into the flesh and ego. The night held many more secrets and potentially homicidal incidences of which I somehow found myself smack dab in the middle of. There were laughs. There were tears. There were threats. There were wailing sobs. There were clandestine shadows and disappearances. I read poetry. The fight club eventually evolved into a love fest.

Somehow we made it through the night, all still breathing the next day.

I was a wreck. I have a vague memory of eating the silly string someone sprayed in my face. Which (along with my two-fisted drinking) may account for that empty pit that felt somewhat like my body all day.

I must say, however, that while I am normally quite the silent one... the strength of my silence on saturday was beginning to frighten and weird out even me. I did eventually begin to shake the willies by the end of the night though.

Saturday's spread was impressive... and in my state a bit overwhelming. I took it slow and steady, managing to eventually work several glasses and innumerable sips into my system. I think I was able to try just about everything there. It is all a bit of a blur though.

Saturday, the moderating (in the physical as well as virtual) baton went to Skeets. I think several of us can thank him for our waking breaths this morning.

All in all, quite the seccessful event. Nobody died, and only one pug was molested. Not too shabby. Abby's house might argue otherwise, though. Please send it your best wishes and prayers for recovery.

Ok. I really must lie down before I just plant my face on this keyboard.

It looks to be Grimmy who's the one doing all of the willy shaking.
Way to let your hair down and debauch, emi.
I can't wait to see the other damage reports.

I'm back in Seattle. The shorts that were so nice there, well, not so good here with several inches of snow in my hometown.

Friday night was the best. I don't have time to write up a bbig travelouge like my new dear friend emi, just enough time to post threats to Spongie about changing my sig lines.

Here I thought it was all about the booze.

So much to try, so little time . . . Swizzle La Bleue and Bensancon, MWE (I had to finish THAT off myself), Renaissance, Rupebeer, Alandia's LB (not bad for the price), assorted Pinches, Clamsinthe, and some unnamed goodies were highlights for me.

I missed out on the Dragonera, Lush Life, Tumblesinthe, and 6 or 8 others.

So did that Jade- the only REAL Burnt™ absinthe Swiss-ass. If you've not yet tried it . . . be glad it's no longer available. A waste if NO, if ya ask me.

Oh, there were people, too.

I missed the Friday Night Fights, so I bet I felt better than the rest of them Saturday night.

I haven't seen Croz since LCLF04, so it was about time! Hasn't changed a bit. Well, except for the nightie.

Balz' jokes haven't changed, either. After Grimmy, I think neither Balz nor I is the LoucheFest Perv anymore, so there's a change. That, and the sequined trash bag.

Abby, the hostess with the mostess, was amazingly patient considering the entire case of Silly String stuck in her carpet(s) and the whole broken sofa thing. She hasn't changed either, except for a penchant for cross-dressing assorted Loungers. I managed to escape her fashionizing hands.

Emi is still Emi. See his post above!

Vibe's a fun guy. Packs like Dinky, tho. He BROUGHT more shoes than I HAVE.

The New Andrew Guy (soon to be posting) brought a viola, and played for us. He got mad skillz, yo! Croz kept offering to do a Pete Townsend imitation with the viola, but Andrew wisely declined.

SPONGIE! He was a frisky fella. I think he shot more goo on sleeping fellas' faces than Senator Stinky shot into Grimmy's hand.

Speaking of which, Senator Stinky still stinks. And snots in yer face. And now has a sex life, thanks to Grim and his patented pug-juice extraction method. (I'm glad I missed it.) He be a sick fuck.

Grim brought his buddy, now known as Dead Boy. Seen any of the living dead movies? That's Dead Boy, morning after. I think he was passed out by 10 30, and slept later than everyone else. He didn't want any oysters.

SKEEEEETAAAAHHH! What's to say about Skeetah? Big lovable teddy bear, as always!

A little drunkdial brought CG and Eric and the Glassys (and Loogie) and some other folks I didn't get to talk to.

In all, a lotta fun. And I should sleep like the dead tonight.

You guys are making it very difficult for me to find a host for LCLF05.

Looks like The Cuff might be appropriate.

Ok that's the booze and the bruises, what about the grilles?

Well I finally made it home again.

My brain is picked and I've discovered that I'm really to fucking old for this shit.

Still and all it was a great weekend. I love all you fucking weird ass people.

I'm grateful to Hiram for the enhanced pics. I was afraid that I might be allergic to absinthe because of the way my asshole hurt after drinking. I'm glad we got that little issue cleared up.

I'm so fucking glad to have finally met Emi, probably one of the most beautiful souls on the lounge.

Grimmy was fucking great too despite his incredibly diseased mind.

Andrew's talent with the viola is something I will probably never forget. The fucker's music gave me chills.

Seeing Abby, Cros, Skeeter, Balz and Trainer again is like being with family. I love you all.

Thank you Abby for not only putting your home at risk, but for everything you've done to make this such a great weekend.

Kirk, your grilles were incredible!

I forgot who all got one, but they were extremely coveted by your spongey friend.

I've never been so happy to eat a plane ticket...

Andrew T scored the Gertz grille, I think Balz got the Green Man.

Vibe came away with several billion of my soldiers in his sweet, sweet ass.

Now it's time to start planning something locally Sponge Bob, you are still young enough to wear Abby's clothing, and give us locals a good table dance.

wasn't Balz what scored the Green Man grille... 'twas me

absolutely lving it. you're a genius, Kirk. meticulously beautiful work, my friend. i've met several silversmiths this past year that i've been working at the leathershop here and have come to appreciate and understand what goes into a gorgeous piece such as this.

i also spent a bit of time admiring your other various pieces folks were packing. simply amazing.

I just got back after a 3 hour plane ride and a 2 hour drive from the airport. I missed a friend's birthday party to be there, and it was so worth it. I think others have pretty much summed the activities up, and the photos speak for many of the (purposely?) forgotten memories.

Unfortunately there were no guitars there, as I have Mad Skilz™ on that as well.

Oh, and the grille is absolutely beautiful, Kirk. I think I may be sending some booze your way soon.

Got in at 2:30 a.m. and I'm fucking whipped. And banged up. A 4+ hour plane ride is the perfect way to remember that my ass and the paddle met a number of times. Many bruises, lashes, gashes, scratches, scrapes, and dings, but I wear them all (and Grimmy's millions of sons) with pride.

First and foremost, I'd like to thank our hostessess wit da mostessest, Abby, for welcoming such a pack of degenerates into her (once) happy home. You're an absolute sweetheart, and I thank you for convincing me to pop my Lounge event cherry.

Cros, you fucking giant, it was a pleasure meeting ya. Given the size of those massive meathooks, I feel lucky that you forgot to pass along Liver's crotch punch. I'll just go ahead and inflict one upon myself. You are one sexy bitch in a nightie, though...

Skeets, you rock, brother. I'm glad to have killed many brain cells with you this weekend. I don't think there was one time I didn't see you without a smile on your face.

Spongie, you are one ugly...I mean...funny mutha fukka. But you can rock the Sharpie like no other. My eye has recovered nicely since the Woodglue Incident™.

emi, thanks for the bacon. Goddamn, did you cook bacon. And we ate every last piece. My man was in the kitchen for hours making pig sizzle. You're a good man. You don't say a whole lot, but when you do, it counts. Good times!

Balz™, you and I have unfinished bidness on the front lawn of the Mini Mansion...we goin' do some WRASSLIN'! I'm still picking pieces of Abby's Pepto coutch outta my ass. Good call on the Lambic breakfast this morning. Oh, and I poured a little of my Heineken out for you at the airport bar. Then I realized I was drinking Heineken and poured out the rest.

Trainer, I didn't get to talk to you too much, but then again, talking isn't necessary when you force your Black Tunnel upon someone. You're good people.

Grimmy, what can I say that hasn't already been said...except for, "I'm pregnant." Lotsa fun hanging out with you this weekend. You are one scrappy muthafukka.

Dead Boy, is cool as shit. Hopefully he'll start posting.

Andrew T gotz madd skillz, yo. Your concerto was absolutely amazing. Thanks for providing the soundtrack.

I sincerely enjoyed the company of every last one of you fucks. It was truly sad to step on that plane today. Hopefully, I will see you all in A-Town this summer.

Now, lil' dawgs, daddy gotta bounce. Maybe tomorrow I'll wear my belt.

Good one.

Hey, Andrew T. Howdy.
Thanks for filling out your profile.

I just got a text message on my phone from Skeet.
"Abby, this is going to sound bad, but did I leave my pants at your house?"

Is there anyone who didn't leave something behind? I haven't done a full check yet to make sure I have everything, but I have my viola and my Kirk grille, so I don't really care about the rest.

I have Balzee's keys.
And his hat, too, I think.
Skeeter's pants.
A whole bunch of lighters.
Loose change everywhere.

And most of you left your dignity behind, as well.

I wanna know who brought their own soap.
Prolly Vibe.

Grim left the Arak he bought at the liquor store too. And I think the money on the coffee table was his as well.

Would the fiesta still be considered a success if no dignity was lost? I thought that was the point of these things. That and booze. They go hand in hand.

As do Senator Stinky and Grim.

HA!
I actually considered bringing my own, but forgot. I think the soap was Skeets.
But didja notice the brand? "TONE."

I guess that could be the official L.F. soap but doesn't that stuff make your skin crawl?