Wenchin'

I dont do theme dinners, but the auckland gay swim team's medieval banquet sounded like fun and so i made an effort. On with the dirty workshop jeans, a shirt with a shoelace threaded through, and a (frankly scarey) suede jacket thing and voila! instant serf.

The power of Christ confuses you?

Is the woman in the middle being;
a) attacked
b) brainwashed
c) exorcised?

Fundamental Christian youth are FUCKED UP.

ibeef
Actually, they are praying, and making fun of people is the sign of a small mind. Every time I think gay guys can be cool, they pull sh*t like this. Oh well......
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growler_south
Next time I'll post video, as I admit the images dont do justice to the amount of flailing, falling upon the ground, and restraint of attempted escapes. Either the chick in the middle was seriously deranged (posessed?) or she really, REALLY didnt want to be there. Of course she could have been drunk...
Oh and before you say "then why didnt you help her?"... we did. The cops arrived a few moments after the cam snapped those pics and broke it up. Forcibly restraining someone is fine in the privacy of your own home church, but on the street its called 'assault', even if God told you to do it.
BTW, what does this post have to do with me being gay? You'll find nearly identical postings on my straight workmate's blog. I think by 'gay' you possibly meant 'non-christian'.

Sun day

Never underestimate the power of a good sleep-in, coffee, and apple crumble. I was a box of birds by 3pm. I took Cody shopping in Paul's MR2- which I suspect has a borderline dodgy clutch, as it slipped a fraction when I did a half-donut, half burnout into a parking space in front of the shop. I tried to replicate the effect on the way home but the tyres were a bit bald by then and kept breaking traction before the clutch slipped.
(Paul knows I'm joking. Honest.)
The car behaved impeccably later when we drove to Paul and David's for dessert. Hurrumph.
And now I'm back home, having done nothing all day but swan around town chatting to friends and drinking wine. Next weekend: working on the car.