Snip It!

Well, the penicillin did wonders, and my Cha-Cha-Dilly and Bungaranamus are feeling much better. I traded in Slavey to my lawyer friend The Captain cause I heard she needed some help around the house.

But that's beside the point: I still have the papers, and no matter what you motherfuckers who "rent" whores have to say, I Own A Homo and You Don't. Naaa-naaa-naaa, Gay Roger!

On other fronts, my Squirrel-Killing car decided to get all Rogery on me and get limp at the last moment, so I've had to borrow an SUV from my friend Tippie.

I intend to do some trolling down towards Missouri soon since it's nearly winter and I don't have any canned hitchhiker put away for the winter.

By the way, I love my Ass. It's so hot. I just love to rub it up against my desk, or the bar. Or a Buffalo Springfield.

Jeff sucks, kind of backwards, like a South-American.

Counter-clockwise.

Red and Itchy Bumps

You filthy pus-sucking weasels have gone and done it! Here I was having fun with my gay male love slave, and someone (hint hint naughty Roger) went and played with him inappropriately and passed along an STD which Slavey passed along to me!

Now, pass the penicillin before I come over and excrete nasty fluids on you.