That's all it takes.

Kirk, who is cool, on the
other hand, had an escort
to Cannon's from one of
neighbors, not knowing he
knew me.

That's how you don't get
mugged.

What's the richest state in
the union?

Gully will tell you endlessly.

Some of us were hoping
homocide rather than
robbery.

So the Gullet is real and not Abby's puppet?
Lovely.

Glad to hear somebody's already been stuck-up! Wish I was there, looking forward to seeing pic's from all of you. Sorry I couldn't be there in body or spirit!!!!:(

Hopefully Vibe gets the shit beat out of him too. If not, just get Goose n' him to lambada in front of Macho-Man Masque™.

Spirits?

Yeah, those are pretty/plenty cool.

I take back what I said about most of you.

But not all of you.

You all know who I am talking about.

And who I'm not.

Oh... and fuck the richest state in the union. god, if I had to hear that shit one more time...

Y'all loving the Clanks™?

¡OhSnAp!

Where's the PheauxBeau?

I don't know.

FucksBoat.

Everyone took pity on the Gullet on account of his impoverished state so we got him really wasted and called a robbery service.

Oh, adn did he mention that it is dry there also?

He may have mentioned it to me... 40 times...


just on Friday...

Kirk Lounger, Sausage King of the United States.

Sorry, Lars, but it's true.

Kirk Snausage par-tay.
Oh yeah, doin' it A-town stylee.

Don't worry, I didn't dance w/ Vibe. I took it upon myself to verbally abuse him relentlessly. He probably would have prefered to be bounced off Skeet's fists a few times to get away from the tongue lashing...

Louchie sent the Gullet wandering in A-town.
Told him to go to the next bar -- a bar we never got to.

A drunken Loogie and I went out looking for our lost, little lamb.
That was all fine and dandy until four guys in an SUV
developed some kind of unwholesome interest in the two of us.
Loogie, tuned in despite the headfuzzies, saw it coming
and quickly found a good way to get them to leave us alone.
Acting fucking crazy is, in fact, a valuable skill.

We get back to the house about 45 minutes later.
Gullet wanders in, all smiles.
I'm a well of relief.
Loogie spends the rest of the evening conveying the
urban skill set to Country Mouse;
that and threatening repeatedly to kick him in the head.

I'm speechless, you all know the truth now;
I'm a monster.
Did actually talk about the Chipmonk?

No, but I'm curious.

What a relief.

I was wondering what that special ingredient was in your sausages.

Yes. And it made sense.

You might want to have that looked at.

Ahhh, and what an evening it was!!! After consuming three of what had to be the largest Vodka Tonics in existence, one thanks to Larsy, I politely requested to play some darts, an amusing pastime in London and Wyoming. Mr. Backs took me by the shoulders, and in a friendly way, pointed me to the nearest sports bar. "See that overturned car? Go one block past that and make a left; walk until you see the burning trash heap and look to your right. If you see the crime scene tape you've gone too far." Thanking him for his help, I stumbled off down the street. Unfortunately, before I reached the bar I was supposed to go to, noisy revelry from another bar sucked me inside.
Please bear with me as I make a statement of fact here: I was the ONLY white person in the entire place!!! Unsuspectingly, I shouldered my way to the bar and requested a drink. "It's OK everyone, I'm from Wyoming!!!", I exclaimed loudly. This seemed to put them off their guard and a few of them even laughed. I had more than one drink at this lovely watering hole, said goodbye to the ladies, who by this time were gathered around me in a large crowd, and once again thrust my eager perceptions forward into the steamy Allentown night.



End of Part one

...riggghhht...

Yup, it was fresh chipmonk.

I maintain that there is no excusing this, regardless of its antecedents.
My sincere apologies for having somehow allowed it.

Lost at darts to LL on Wednesday.
Loogie and TBag played pool.
Along with 2LY, we fit in just fine,
with the exception that we were the only ones
not clearly abusing some stimulant.

You know a little bit about the bar instantly when you are greeted at the door by a large, ugly dog.

Is that the bar I was supposed to end up in? Sounds like I would have been right at home.

Naw, this one was on the outskirts of nowhere,
not far from the bar with the outhouses.

some of the patrons and i were discussing the last place we saw GWAR and how sedate their shows were.

My apologies for posting some
of this same xit elsewhere.
And no apologies for not
giving enough of a xit
to do anything about it.

Part Two:


As the humidity of Allentown embraced me once again, I charged forward towards my destiny. The air was heavy with expectation, negative energy crackled and flickered along the streets, a dark foreboding pressed down among the houses. Ignoring these warnings of nature, I began to sway down the street like a French whore, the sinuous lines of my body drawing every eye as if on an invisible wire.
Unaware of the commotion my beauty was causing, I chose a direction and began to walk. After staggering along blindly for about an hour, two gentlemen of the darker persuasion suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and hustled me into a dark alleyway. One pressed a gun into my side and the other went through my pockets, taking my change and removing my wallet. He took all the cash and credit cards out of it, and, as I was to discover later, my Safeway card as well. During all this I whined and sniveled like a drunk trying to get out of a DUI. Finally, sickened by my complaining and whining, they returned my wallet to me and let me go. But this would not be the last time I would run into these stealthy predators of the streets.....

They got your Safeway card?
The humanity.

Next time you'll know . . . Walk fast and look angry. They tend to fuck off right quick when they think YOU are the dangerous one.

The crackheads in MY 'hood do, anyhoo.

Even with that purple shirt on?

Even with my Ouchy outfit on.