Who finds my wit and charm irresistable. It is a quiet weekend. Kind of wet, but more or less humid than anything else.

I am thinking of that pic of Lance sleeping in the bed, you know, the one where his tit is popping out through the blanket. It makes me laugh. I think of that, and I think of this:
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Then I think of all the homoerotic imagery I have ever seen. You know, greased up wrestlers slamming each other in their tight underwear, Kiss, what with all their makeup and high heels, Rob Kampy, and those two guys from Laverne and Shirley.

Past few days have been rather funny. Uschi revealed that he is a she who acts like a he, which seems to be the opposite of how kltie (some of you know him) was a he who acted like a she...and I was so sure Kltie was a lesbian...

Danny hits on Uschi, gets rejected. That's about par for course. We all laughed. I dunno why we celebrate his misfortune. Maybe because he is the Milhouse in all of us.

Dave, well, Dave is supposed to help me become rich and famous. He's slacking off in his duties. Some say it is because he is a daddy, but I think it is because he is a laid-back Aussie. That is just a step above being French. Australia is a country full of criminals who are used to people not trusting them. I saw the Princess Bride. You can't make this stuff up.

I should give a shout-out to Mxy. He won't tell me his real name. I suspect it is Pedro, or maybe Guadalupe. Can't be sure. He's afraid I will make fun of him like I make fun of Danny. Rest assured, that won't happen. See, Danny is the Bitch of Everyone, you, dear Mxy... are ummm... our friend from the the 3rd World (just left of the 5th dimension).

Lance, post some more pictures. I need something to masturbate to.