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I don't know Mr. K. This coulda been a contender:

'boner'

Evidently dudes can spin yarns about strippers for a good long while. My only experience with a strip club was with a dude that had come home from one.

See, this picture makes me hot in a general sort of way. Not because of the woman...more the situation. Nah. I don't think I'm gay.

Oh, I didn't watch that part. I will go back. Say it with me Gary; SU FEE YAN, SU FEE YAN.

Then stop alluding to it and teasing me unmercifully, dammit!

I really like that swinging ass picture myself. Does that mean I'm gay? (Not that there's anything wrong with that.)

So I get home from work, hoping against hope that RonChicagoMattScottHowardCey told his story, the story too good for teh VC, and too big for the small screen, but no. No story. I don't think there is any story. The Dalai Lama is sold out, eh? Does that make him like the rock star of Buddhists?

I'm looking at that old photo, and wondering what that tube is that is running up the dash to the roof, and I have no idea.

Bethany and Joshua wash the red microbus: Tease. You know how I love a good story.

You used to be nicer.

All I know is that when I lived in Houston, I drove a red and white VW micro bus with no air conditioning, and I managed not to do bodily injury to anyone. And vice versa.

32 guests. I think the Shriners have returned. If they start doing cartwheels and round offs on the bar I am outta here.

If you want to fall in love with a lead singer, and continue to rock your ass off all night, I would give my strongest encouragement for you to to check this show.

Fooking brilliant! And with that...I must go take a run around the track.* *Not slang

There is a bench and a small room carved out of these two hollies. Completely hidden from view. The story goes that it was a shy gardener who wanted to eat his lunch by himself that made it.

Incorrigible.

Yes! There are pleny of good spots there, which I availed myself of as well. There is the greatest little makeout hiding place, inside a pair of hollies, where you might find my name carved.

Some intense stratification for those seeds: "The Cape region is regularly visited by fire, which is a signal to germinate. So scientists mimicked the effects of fire by chipping off the hard coats of some seeds, and bubbling smoke over others."

"The three successes are a legume, Liparia villosa, and two species not yet identified, one a protea and the other an acacia." What a wonderful story! Old seeds. Thank you Andrew. I still wish to live at Kew. Thank's for the correction, too. That was one I honestly didn't know.

I believe gershon is still in northern Jersey, liberating the world, word by word. Fakeliz is working her ass off, literally, at Boulevard Brewing Co, liberating the world beer by beer. Going to bed early to be at work by 5:30 AM. She couldn't live with me forever because she had the worst commute in all of Christiandom from my house.

Maybe... It is worth noting that Lucero and Drag The River are in fact touring together in November and December. Sweet creamy Jesus.

I might have to go back to bed and take a nap after reading all of this. I love sleeping in the night. Also: I miss Fakeliz too. And teh gershon. And teh charlos and Bethanydear. And others who have RTTed and moved on. *sigh*

Once I found a fake penis in the parking lot of the hotel I contract to. Not a dildo. A cast penis. With pubes. Dentist convention that weekend. True story.

Decreased testosterone levels due to aging linked to grumpiness!