I was not part of this, but Zack busted out his guitar skills at Kay’s Lounge last night. If you were there, share what happened.

      
Jess’s brithday, started at St Arnolds followed my KC’s bar in the Heights. Happy Happy Jess. pics are from KC’s.

ok, most of you that know me know that I am a geek. I don’t try to hide it and I am not assamed, but the following story is not for geeky even for me.

Last night by buddy Div showed me how a picture of his girl friend showed up on some random game forum.

Ok, lets count the ways this is way over the top geeky:

1. I meet Div though a hiptop usergroup

2. Div shared this story over IRC

3. Some loser posting random photos of people he doesn’t know

4. That same loser has 60,563 post on a gaming forum

5. Most of users that replied had 10,000+ posts.

6. Div’s girl bloged the theard

7. I am bloggin about it

8. you are reading this

am I missing anything?

I have been getting alot of hits from people searching “kegarators”, like google.

So I desided that I need to collect as many pics of kegarators as I can. Last night I snapped a couple of Warren’s kegarators.

If you have one, let me know I’ll be more than willing to add your to the collection.

   
Yesterday I meet up with some buddies from my hiptop usergroup. Walter was intown making a delivery, so me and Micheal took him for some Goode Co. BBQ and a couple beers at The Gingerman. Good times, even if some drunk talked my ear off at The Gman and some random girls laghing at my spinner hub caps.

Pictures form Christine’s “40th” Birthday are now up.

My dad and his wacky travels took him to the Great Wall over the weekend.

Someone pretty please do me a favor, no more bad news. It seems like everytime I turn around there is more bad news. Family members dying, friends getting cancer, sick dogs, those damn RV fires and now my buddy s4xton lost his mother.

You might remember, S4xton was there for me durning a time of loss in my life, I just wish I could return the favor. I guess I can only pour out some of a 40.

*sigh*

I know this has been posted other places, but I really like it.

I felt a little rumbling in the gulley works around 11 this morning. I was meeting my friend at 11:30 for lunch, I figured I’d pinch a quick off before the mid day gluttony. Well I got caught up reading the latest from Jose De Jesus Ortiz and Richard Justice’s blog and lost track of time. I glanced down at my desk phone; it conveniently displays CST: 11:26. There was no way I had time to wrestle one up before lunch. So I postponed the poop and rolled out of the office to meet up with said friend for lunch: all you can eat buffet at Star Pizza.

I’m not sure on the medical explanation but something about cramming a dozen slices of pizza down the old pie hole has a tendency to get the bowels a moving. While walking back to the office, the pizza joint’s a block away, I develop an unsettling feeling down below. I figure I can make it back the old stall #2 in the office john without incident. About half way on the return trip I start to feel the pressure build up, you know the feeling. I part with my compadre and make the remainder of the grueling 100 yard hike back to the office solo.

Slowly pain starts building up in the bowels and I start walking by only bending the knees as to not “shake the shit out of” myself. Walking up the stairs is totally unbearable, I was thinking an extremely embarrassing thing is about to happen. I make a beeline to the sh!tter, as quick as I can with the pain I’m experiencing. I throw open the door, preying the whole while that one stall would be open but also that at least one would be occupied so I could share in the symphonic fecal eruption that is about to make its debut.

No dice, all stalls are vacant. I rush to stall #2 undoing my pants in transit. I position myself for the final approach. The pain is making my eyes watery and blood shot. The act of bending over puts extra pressure on the already stressed rectum. The moment my cheeks make contact with the seat, my ass explodes with a flow rate and velocity that would rival even the most powerful of fire hoses. Aw the relief. After a few more aftershocks, things settle down. I linger for addition 10 minutes for the recommended “cool down” and then use up about half a roll of TP. I head back to my desk with a little extra cock in my walk knowing I just laid one down for the highlight reels. Web gem? Definitely.

 
I am not even supposed to be here today