Luke and BJ and I went to Tulsa this weekend for April's birthday. Some of the things we did include:
Luke making a new chinchilla acquaintance.
Myself pretending a tampon can go in my penis to stop all my penis bleeding. On an unrelated note, a gay fella asked if he could shave me and I let him. Then he asked if he could shave my balls and I knew it would be a cop-out if I said no, so I let him. He had done such a great job on my face (uh...) that I never seriously considered that he would cut my balls. Which he did! So, for those keeping score at home, I now have a severed and repaired ACL, two broken hands, and a pair of nuts that look like a tiger got a hold of them. And speaking of tigers...
Luke and BJ rompin' some statues of big pussies. Oh, and another thing about my broken hands: I met a lot of people this weekend, and when you meet people, traditionally you shake their hands. I opted out of that a lot because it fuckin' hurts to shake hands with people right now. But the first gay guy I met at the gay club shook my hand anyway, and, well, let's just put it like this: It was no problem shaking every gay guy's hand that I met.
That was all very coarse. Except the Chinchilla. Which actually was coarse in its own way because he took 'sand baths.' Believe it...or not!
The shitty quality of the above photoshop job is, at heart, a commentary on the shitty country of Italy.
