Here they are, as promised.


The locusts begin to swarm...

Woo-hoo!

Friday Pub crawling begins. Many shots were consumed by me (and others) at the bar I swore upon entering 'Yeah, I'll just have one drink at each bar.'

Okay, we'll have a few more... but just a couple.

Tasty Gooseleg.

Okay, Hiram begins school for the weekend. See all the enrapt lemmings, all learnin' and shit?

I just noticed the Skeetah has a Sweat-brother... Kirk!

Everyone was sweating.
It was fooking HOT.

Told ya we got drunk there. Mayor even got along with ME. For corns sake!

Here we are, seeing who has the bigger head. No, not that head. Peeps has the 411 on that. PM her later. You're here to see pics, pervs.

Okay, so I retired, but it's like a herion addict. Once ya get the porn-bug in ya, you never FULLY get it out.

The first of many girl-girl shots. Abby giving ~Y~ a hickey.

Abby confirming that 'Yes Virginia. There really is a Santa Claus... oh, and that those are real.'

Yeah, real big.

Skeetah, working as my PA/Apprentice. He got Abby to show her boobs, onacount of abby was jealous of all the large-knockered women she was surronded by... and that was at the Gay Bar, no less.

Abby loves titties.

Loogie, getting all the action. Like I always say. Chickenshits like me work BEHIND the camera.

'Those that can't do, teach. Those that can't teach... watch others triple-kiss hotties.'

It is a sad, sad life I live. On the plus side, I have printed out 12 copies of that picture, and wrecked all of them. Think about that the next time you kiss a girl, Loogie.

Shoulda had your ass on the dance floor.
Chicks dig that.

Peeps got jealous, converted to the Dark side while at the Gay Bar, and beat the shit outta Loogie (who at this point was in some gutter somewhere, lamenting being beaten up... at a gay bar, by a girl).

Three boobs, shaking their boobs.

Awww! Such a cute, loving couple.





Yeah, I hurled after this. Happy, in-love people piss me off.

I converted to the dark side years ago.

Hiram, showing off a shitty beer.

Yeah, get busy with your bad-self.

Now go get your shinebox.

Goose is the xit.
I'm glad I got her in the big bed with me.

Kirk?

LL, 'popping one' at the sight of his woooman making out with three girls.


Look, I don't mean to pass judgement and all, but it was YOUR idea to take her to the gay bar.

And mop up after yourself, next time. Asshole. No one likes a cum-dumper. 3 years as a spooge-mopper told me that.

That's Hiram, ya' drunk,

Fuck off. I fixed it.

Off I shall fuck.

In the end, it all worked out. The next morning, I snapped this pic, just after leaving ~Y~'s hotel room. Yeah, the cameraman got some after all, fuckers!

Dinky, get tested, bro. Serious.

I 'think' it is Rabbit, but there is no lawn in sight, so it must be someone else.

Rabbit, goes double for you. Test-you-STAT.

Peeps pic TOTALLY doesn't do the stash justice (plus, it is grainy as hell), so I snapped this one.

'Here, thar be whales... er madness.'

Typical. Lazy-assed men gabbing, wile the womenfolk work.

2 minutes later, Gullet tried to cop a feel.

2.2 minutes later, Gullet got mugged, beated, and peed on for the 2nd time that weekend.

Why the sideways pics, Lars?
Trouble holding your head up?

It rained a lot, so some pussies hide inside. Those are the pussies. And the women too.

Fucking Jack... bastard showed up. He couldn't just send all that goodness and stay the fuck home. no, he had to drink some too.

bitch.

Suck it.


Everyone is a critic.

The usual suspects... Thar be Rimbo. FucksBoat may have been assed out at tis point.

Oh wait... the 7oz glass of undiluted absinthe was later.

Not on your life, boy.

I'd have fixed them for you,
but now you'll have to go find another mod.
Nyah-nyah.

Couple more bottles were added, so I added this pic, for effect.

Gasp and gaze at its greatness.

Jack, eating Gullets weiner.

That Gullet got off Kirk.


That Kirk got off a pig.

and no one wants to know any more details on that. Suffice it to say, Jack said it was "Deeeeeeeeeeeee-licious".

It looks like with all of that grateness there, someone is louching La Fee in the foreground.

Red, commie, socialist, money-bleeding swine ISO greedy, capitalist, plotting, scheming, fuck-the-poor libertarian.


Man, who'd a thunk it. We didn't start a war, or even argue. Course, I think JP was just trying to not 'pull a Prol'. He had enough on his mind.

Yeah, I forced a glass down Rabbits throat. It was shortly afterwards he hit the lawn.

The best pic (unfortunately) I got of Slate; one of the downright nicest, most charming guys I ever met.

Slate, any time you wana hang, you got it.

Grate minds... fuck it, who are we kidding... a couple drunk-asses talk shit like they know something. I am sure deep down, Jack does, but he was too plowed to make any sense.

All that came out was "man, fuckijng... fucking..just... fucking... dude, just make sure... fucking don't... hey, look at those two assholes over there... fucking, wait... wait, don't burn it."

Such sage wisdom...

Me, giving my winning 'take your clothes off for me' smile. Why I am doing that around Skeetah, I'll never know.

It did, however, work. Those pics will be up on deep blue entertainment next week.

DaRabbit in training?


Me, double-fisted, with LL sneaking up behind me to violate me.

LL, I told you 6 times, you need only ask.

I look a might bit happy there. Drunking is cool.

Rimmy, provinghe is a Racist fuck at heart.

Should be ashamed. There is 400 years of oppression, right there.

Heh... He drinks Dingaling.

Eric, after I picked his sorry ass up from the bus. Poor bastard.

Here he is, trying to prove his neck is longer then mine, and less razor-burned. I think he is right.

6 minutes later, a strange creature that was a cross between foul and insect was concieved.

Two Jockeys on the hearth
a happy home doth make.

Okay, gotta be straight. I really nearly slpped back inito porn director mode here. I came sooo close to asking them to slide those off.

Either way, it looked cool, hot, and slick.





(that is Tbag and 2LY, btw)