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Sometime during the night my brain was stolen and replaced with a giant lump of soggy cotton wool. Damn brain thieves! leave my cranium alone!
Now a poem:
What are little Boofs made of?
Moans and wails
and puppy-dog tails
Thats what slutty Boofs are made of...
(Not that I was any better, I'm informed by a reliable source that I, too, became quite piggy last night. Of course I deny everything.)
Beyond party was awesome- sleazy and dirty and very, very friendly. The music was a bit flat- the main floor was very industrial, way too hardcore for most people there (except for one DJ who played lots of '80s remixes) and then the smaller dance floor was almost 'chill out', I got the distinct impression the DJ was playing to the back room more than the crowd on the dance floor. The DJ, however, was hot- a cute wee bear, harness and cuddly belly... woof!!
I kept recognising people I didnt know, going up to them and starting to chat, then realising halfway through that this was not, in fact, my friend but a complete stranger. "FIVE TIMES!" says Boof However I almost always managed to extract myself gracefully.
From phone calls and rumours today it seems that you cant lead a Boof round on a leash without everyone presuming you're married. It was definitely fun at the time and, strangely enough at a leather party, got some puzzled and shocked looks. Mostly from people who knew Boof and think he's primarily a top. HA HA!!
We got home around 4am, and got to sleep around 11am. Boof was so cute, he fell asleep with a dildo up his butt. I didnt have the heart to wake him, and I didnt have the presence of mind to take a photo either. The room was, and still is, a complete mess. Imagine the dumpster out the back of a gay porn studio, then empty the contents into a suburban bedroom. Yikes.
Now a poem:
What are little Boofs made of?
Moans and wails
and puppy-dog tails
Thats what slutty Boofs are made of...
(Not that I was any better, I'm informed by a reliable source that I, too, became quite piggy last night. Of course I deny everything.)
Beyond party was awesome- sleazy and dirty and very, very friendly. The music was a bit flat- the main floor was very industrial, way too hardcore for most people there (except for one DJ who played lots of '80s remixes) and then the smaller dance floor was almost 'chill out', I got the distinct impression the DJ was playing to the back room more than the crowd on the dance floor. The DJ, however, was hot- a cute wee bear, harness and cuddly belly... woof!!
I kept recognising people I didnt know, going up to them and starting to chat, then realising halfway through that this was not, in fact, my friend but a complete stranger. "FIVE TIMES!" says Boof However I almost always managed to extract myself gracefully.
From phone calls and rumours today it seems that you cant lead a Boof round on a leash without everyone presuming you're married. It was definitely fun at the time and, strangely enough at a leather party, got some puzzled and shocked looks. Mostly from people who knew Boof and think he's primarily a top. HA HA!!
We got home around 4am, and got to sleep around 11am. Boof was so cute, he fell asleep with a dildo up his butt. I didnt have the heart to wake him, and I didnt have the presence of mind to take a photo either. The room was, and still is, a complete mess. Imagine the dumpster out the back of a gay porn studio, then empty the contents into a suburban bedroom. Yikes.
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Date: 2005-04-24 11:25 am (UTC)Yeah cause you know... I'm a top too! LOL, nope can't even say it with a straight face!
That SO reminds me of this guy I know who passed out with his own fist up his butt! But you know, I'm a top... so nothing goes up my butt!
ROFL!
Glad to hear you boys are being pigs, sounds like you're having an excellent holiday!
Hugs!
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Date: 2005-04-24 11:40 am (UTC)The fella who fell asleep w/ his own fist up his butt, is he from Manchester?
I know someone from there that did the same thing.
Makes me wonder how many men have actually done this.
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Date: 2005-04-24 11:46 am (UTC)I guess I'm just too old and fat to be limber enough to even get my fist up my ass, let alone pass out with it still up there.
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Date: 2005-04-24 12:45 pm (UTC)So can I ask you about that user icon?
Tattoos on your forearms?
Whatever the word for leggings for your arms is?
Either way, I like it.
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Date: 2005-04-24 01:38 pm (UTC)or so I heard.
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Date: 2005-04-24 03:24 pm (UTC)And thank you! :)
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Date: 2005-04-26 09:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-26 10:45 am (UTC)Do you know him too? What a small world... all these guys passing out with their fist up their butts! hehehe
And you only love me because you know I'm going to tie you up in yards and yards of rope and then place several things up your bottom. LOL, if only one of them were my cock. LOL
Love you too baby. Such a sweet man, and such a slut! :)
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Date: 2005-04-24 05:16 pm (UTC)I'm going to be naive here - when you describe the party as "sleazy and dirty" ... are you implying people were having sex there, or just right up to the edge of that? I've never gone to that sort of party, so keep that in mind before you call me daft, OK? :)
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Date: 2005-04-25 05:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-26 09:27 am (UTC)Beyond was pretty good, but the music let it down. Avoid, Will Robinson, Avoid!!
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Date: 2005-04-26 04:35 pm (UTC)This may surprise you - but I've never been in a place that had a "back room" such as you describe. Such places just don't exist in California, as far as I can tell. If they did, it was before my time.
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Date: 2005-04-26 04:12 am (UTC)I try not to imagine that sort of thing. Just as well you write about lots of other more palatable (to me) stuff. :)