We're almost through the work week, my brave little soldiers. Then, it's a nice loooooooooooooong weekend, including a bonus Scamper show at the Paradise Lounge. It's a Saturday night show in a great venue and you have two whole days to recover from you drunken mischief. So don't be a jerk-faced jerk and miss it.
Now, I know that I spent yesterday's journal space threatening to inject the wombs of the ladies in attendance at Saturday's show with my potent genetic jamba juice. I really must apologize for this atrocious behavior (and disturbing visual). It was completely out of line. In my defense, I had spent a solid two hours with the cutest toddler in the history of the world and was still in baby hangover mode. I'll admit that my biological clock took a little bit of a spanking. I am, after all, still a human being with human balls.
Luckily, I have now fully recovered from this uncharacteristic yearning for offspring and have returned to my normal, commitment-dodging self. So ladies, you can feel free to come by the Paradise Lounge on Saturday night without feeling the need to defend your uteruses (uteri? uterae?) from my powerful penile attacks. The pony is officially back in the stable. However, I will be accepting anonymous handies in the VIP room. If you're interested. No pressure or anything.
But what about the fellas? What's in it for you? Well, we're playing with the Glass Set and the lovely Casey Desmond. Check this shit out:
Yup yup. Uh huh uh huh. That's what I'm talking about. Ah-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-Gah!
Okay, that was just embarrassing. Let's pretend this whole journal entry didn't happen, shall we?
Now, I know that I spent yesterday's journal space threatening to inject the wombs of the ladies in attendance at Saturday's show with my potent genetic jamba juice. I really must apologize for this atrocious behavior (and disturbing visual). It was completely out of line. In my defense, I had spent a solid two hours with the cutest toddler in the history of the world and was still in baby hangover mode. I'll admit that my biological clock took a little bit of a spanking. I am, after all, still a human being with human balls.
Luckily, I have now fully recovered from this uncharacteristic yearning for offspring and have returned to my normal, commitment-dodging self. So ladies, you can feel free to come by the Paradise Lounge on Saturday night without feeling the need to defend your uteruses (uteri? uterae?) from my powerful penile attacks. The pony is officially back in the stable. However, I will be accepting anonymous handies in the VIP room. If you're interested. No pressure or anything.
But what about the fellas? What's in it for you? Well, we're playing with the Glass Set and the lovely Casey Desmond. Check this shit out:
Yup yup. Uh huh uh huh. That's what I'm talking about. Ah-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-Gah!
Okay, that was just embarrassing. Let's pretend this whole journal entry didn't happen, shall we?
13 Comments:
I'm planning on coming with my siter, so please keep your penile attacks (hehe) to yourself, ok?
That was supposed to say SISTER.
> genetic jamba juice
Also acceptable: Protein Shake
Keep your sister on the other side of the VIP curtain then. All bets are off in there.
Men don't have biological clocks. Or souls. Ask Larry King. Just make a few million, invest wisely, and impregnate a 24-year old when you're 76. You'll be glad you did.
What happens on the other side of the VIP curtain stays on the other side of the VIP curtain.
Kinda like Bangkok actually. Minus the little boys. Possibly.
Henry would know about little boys in Bangcock. He makes them wear Ross' old Aloud uniform. It helps him seal the deal.
Hey, did I just see Nate saunter into the Stata Center at MIT? If not, then it was some dude who sure looked a whoooooole lot like him.
As a matter of fact, I did just saunter thereabouts.
I told you that in the strictest confidence, you son of a bitch!
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go cry in the handicap stall for the next half hour.
i'd becareful. there might be some guy in there with the mentality of "anything that happens in the handicap stall stays in the handicap stall"...
It won't be the first time a member of Scamper has had to coax a weeping Henry out of a bathroom stall.
And yes, Luda - he does get a little "grabby" in there.
Luuuuuuuda! What's up! I believe this is the first time you posted in here. Can't wait to see you!
Yeah, I can use this space to talk to my sister, so get off my back, biatches.
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