space. the final frontier. these are the adventures of the guy with the broken blog. his five day mission: to explore strange new girls, to seek out other blogs to blog on in their comments sections, to boldly split infinitives wherever he goes.
at the moby concert sunday night there was a guy who yelled out at the end of the show. he yelled out “fuck yeah!” but moby thought he yelled out “Fuck you!” and spent about 5 minutes putting the so called heckler in his place. oops ;)
Last night at dinner, my friend proceeded to tell me a story about how he liked to jog naked. When I asked him if it hurt the goods to do that, he said that he just duct taped it back between his legs. Somehow, I don’t think he was telling the truth about any of it, but the mental picture was good.
Sorry, I’m too busy telling myself stories.
space. the final frontier. these are the adventures of the guy with the broken blog. his five day mission: to explore strange new girls, to seek out other blogs to blog on in their comments sections, to boldly split infinitives wherever he goes.
at the moby concert sunday night there was a guy who yelled out at the end of the show. he yelled out “fuck yeah!” but moby thought he yelled out “Fuck you!” and spent about 5 minutes putting the so called heckler in his place. oops ;)
Last night at dinner, my friend proceeded to tell me a story about how he liked to jog naked. When I asked him if it hurt the goods to do that, he said that he just duct taped it back between his legs. Somehow, I don’t think he was telling the truth about any of it, but the mental picture was good.
drag queens tape their packages to avoid unsightly bulges under their gowns, so why not for jogging?