So this weekend the Mother unit and I are off to Greenville (the upstate) to visit some friends and have a weekend of merrymaking. We hadn't planned on it being a 'party weekend' when we visited, but it ended up being this way. And to be honest I don't mind at all.

 

I look forward to drowning my conscious self in much vodka and shots of (hopefully) ameretto. 

With luck I won't make an ass of myself.

This occasionally happens.

 

Although I've never had anyone riding me like a donkey, this weekend will, infact, have donkeys involved. I would go into further details, but it is part of a grand scheme that is to be unfolded this year at our Gathering. People I know read this. They must not know the plan.

It's 'secret'. Stay tuned and at the end of this month hilarity will ensue.

 

For now, you sicko freak-minded people (yeah, I mean the interesting people) can mold your minds around the thought of drunk pagans and donkeys. In the south. Drunk. Keep thinking.

 

With luck I will remember to call in a drunken audioblog. Keep your greasy little fingers crossed.

If not, then perhaps I'll bring home a story to share with all the kiddies. heh.

 

And so nothing else exciting has happened recently. I save my fat stories for Fat Chat and my stimulating brainfarts for 3D Mindtrap. I need more excitement in my life.

 

If only someone would send me a flat, plastic, inflatable monkey. Life would be complete.

Until then, I suppose I'll amuse myself by continuously posting my head on various bodies.

Ah, the cruel mockery of life.