My phone will be off.
I actually like some of you.

Not enough to hear you scream-
"Oh my god, ha, ha ha.
You should be here, Fucker."
at 4:17 am, though.

Off Jack was cooler when
he was gayer.

Straight people aren't a pain
in my ass...

Ha! Good to see you, by the way.


I can never tell puppets from real people anyway.

DG

It's 11:10 on Friday.

Where are my fucking pictures?

I was wondering the same thing. Some of us have to pretend to be there, we need some kind of stimulus!

And someone tell Grimmy to call home.

Photos Dammit!


C'mon, C'mon!

I doubt they can get all the booze in 1 photo, at least not from a reasonable distance.

It's 8am over on the cloudy coast... I wonder who's still up and drinking?

I'll be here, louching in absentia!

Have fun folks! Keep us posted, there are bets riding on it!

I just got a drunk dial...

Apparently I'm supposed to ban Crosby because he beats up women.
A.B. was complaining about being sore this morning... and it was all Cros' fault.

Got another call from Mrs. Grim last night looking for him. Someone tell that man to call home next time a partygoer gets in touch with the outside world.

And this board needs a doghouse icon. Or at least a blue balls ones.

TITTIES!!!



huh? what were we talking about?

What neglige was she tring to get him into?

Well my my finger's still sore. AB nearly bit it off!

Here's the booze table.

That's a good start.

I'm scared to see the ending...

I kept getting drunken calls, but I was in a 1-bar signal area. Damn phone kept dropping out.

Everyone must be dead.

The after-hours party starts Monday morning, once everyone gets back to their jobs.

Location: http://www.louchedlounge.com/forums/index.php

Maybe Abby's bitten all of their fingers off.

I hope so.
Last night there were a lot of fingers making late night calls.

I don't know what happened this weekend. Here are some highlights.

I have vague recollections of humping Grim's sweet, sweet ass™ while he humped a dog that's bigger than he is. I don't know if Grim gave the dog a reach-around. I suspect not, as he still has both arms.

There was a cigar punch that smelled like ass.

Mrs. Batemaster, resplendent in her June Cleaver party dress, looking like a miniature Mary Tyler Moore, commented on the status quo of absinthe geek-dom: "It's a damned good thing you guys are already married, 'cause you could never get any girls now."

Jack was heard to say at one point: "Do you want some? I can go pull it out."

There are a lot more bruises and scratches in the world this morning than there were on Thursday. Most of them are on Crosby and Grim. Some of them are on Abby.

Some people are actually dumb enough to volunteer to be zapped with a stun wand - even after watching Grim jump out of his fucking skin.

There are actually things that freak out even Grimmy. I'm happy to have the honor to have found one of them.

There was way too much food. I dug the Cock O'Van a lot. The Mexi-lasagna kicked ass. Jack can cook.

There was some absinthe.

Yes, but maybe it was a Happy Ending?

Hand release?

My favorite LFLC phrase...

"Dinky LOVES the cock!"

Grate, just grate...

This sheds light on an otherwise perplexing voice mail.
Love back atcha, Caller.

C'mon, pictures.

Where ARE the pics, anyway?

Lessee . . . Lots and lots of booze, including the OE and some Porn Likker.

Mrs. B and Monster Grim got me at the airport; I started fending him off on the way to the house. He gives a good prostate massage.

Dodged another bullet!

Lots of people drank too much on Friday, Grim tried to hump the dog while Hiram was humping him (there's a photo somewhere), Abby and Croz beat the crap out of each other, Croz bit me AGAIN, I got stun-zapped (and have burn marks). Oh, and Grimmy tried to have his wicked way with me. I was about to give in and Snap into a Slim Grim, when he found Gasspectro and decided to become his new "friend."

On Friday we also saw the purported vintage Edouard that somebody paid $100 for. Saturday, Hiram brought a clone of it which started with new Edouard. Looked and smelled pretty much the same . . .

Vintage Herbsaint made appearances both nights, it was tasty.

Met the elusive Mrs. Hiram and also Ms. Skeeter-Dater. Nice ladies, both. Not sure what they're doing with Hiram and Skeets.

That's enuff for now, I'm sleepy. And somebody post the damned pics.

I have some good pics, but unfortunately, I'm in Vegas tonight and I can't hook up my camera. But I can give highlights from what I remember at this moment (in my current sleep-deprived, half-drunken state).

I look like a battered woman from a Lifetime Network made-for-TV movie.
Cros looks worse.
Dinky loves the cock. And he should not be allowed near natural wood.
I love Fluffy Joe.
~Y~ got shitt-ay many times this weekend.
If I told Glassy about GB's behavior, she'd divorce the sorry bastard.
It's a heavy head that wears the crown (which incidentally got mangled).
The wee Bater can take a zap like a pro.
There are going to be a lot of new member titles and sigs from this weekend. Starting with my own (Cros would do it if I didn't).
Sampson is not a dog. He's a horse.
Grimmy was, once again, the belle of the ball.
Geyboy went APEXIT.
39.13% of you were WRONG.

A million thanks to Jack and the missus for putting up with us.

i had a message from Skeets on my answering machine when i got home saturday night.

i had some company over, so i didn't get a chance to call him back.

sorry fuckers,

RL has been taking up a lot of my time lately.

yeah, i know, shocking!


hope all youse had a good time!

Hmmmm....

I decided to dial the drunks on Friday night, everyone sounded WAY too sober at 7:45PM. I got a drunk dial message around 10:30 that night with a group of them singing "Happy Birthday" to me. It was a nice gesture, however, my birthday isn't until New Year's Eve.

Then I got a drunk dial from Abby's phone Sunday morning at 1:37 AM from Crosby .... slurring something about what a horrible time he was having and how Abby is having a fantasy about rubbing her breasticles against my man tits. Perhaps those two thoughts are related ... I don't know.

When I called Abby back Sunday afternoon, she sounded beat up and hung over. Then the phone went dead. I called her back, but it went straight to voice mail. I called Cros' phone ... same thing.

I was about to call 911 for them, but I thought, "Why bother?"

Sounds like the perfect weekend.

I'm sorry I missed it. I'll be waiting for my leftovers and "personal" pictures.

DG

Booze:

Vintage Booze:

Grim has his way with Hiram:

Going Apexit

Happy Cros

god DAMN you make an ugly woman.

Yes, there wass civil behavior

June Cleaver

Abby

The Pimp

There was lots of nipple squeezzin'

That's quite a set of choppers ya got there, Mr. Grim...

That's all (for now)

Thanks to the hosts for putting up with us,
Skeets for all the driving, Cros too.

It was grate to meet everyone and I had a blast.
I love you guys.

What happened? Did you have a party? Was there any good Absinthe?

damn, that mrs. batemaster is one hot piece of ass.

You only think that because she's roughly the size of a leprechaun.

Hey, GB...you forgot this one:

yes.