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There was the zoo, a fundraising Booby-Q with a Hawaiian theme, a charity walk, Pizza Luce, riding the train, and not enough sleep.
Good news? My dog likes wearing grass skirts and leis.
Booby-Q pictures here.
AIDSWalk pictures here.
Little Gay Riley Pants and I just spent 1.5 hours at the vet to learn that he had 2 mites. He’s on medication now for the next 45 days. He also had a secondary yeast infection on both his back paws. Don’t worry. If it wasn’t my dog, I’d make a douche joke, too.
This is pretty much the lamest shuffle ever.
Now I’ll go put 0.7 ounces of cherry-flavored Ivermectin in a syringe and trick my dog into thinking it’s good. And after that, I’ll drink my first Leinenkugel’s Berry Weiss of the year.
As a youngster, I used to have all of my birthday parties at my grandparents’ house. We’d have a fire and roast hot dogs and marshmallows, play games for probably the lamest prizes ever, and open up presents. You know, like most kids do.
I’ve decided that I know what I need for my kids when they have these types of parties. Oh hell, I’ve decided what I need the next time I roast hot dogs over any type of an open flame.
And that means you’re about to get a Booby-Q reminder.
Please don’t deny your love for boobs any longer. Come to our Booby-Q and we’re guaranteeing you’ll get lei’d. There’s no other party in the Twin Cities on Saturday night that can make that same guarantee.
Take a look at this equation:
Food + Beer/Soda + Fun + Getting Lei’d = AWESOME
And you can get all of that AWESOME for only $15.
Plus, you can hang with me, meet my dog, see my new apartment, and meet some of my awesome friends that are already going to be there.
I really don’t feel the need to justify this any further. I’ll just plan on seeing you all there, right?
"You had a bad day The camera don't lie You're coming back down and you really don't mind You had a bad day"
Even though, personally, I didn't think it was a bad day at all. More »
This is honestly one of the most awesome tattoos I’ve ever seen.
Mary Wohlford, an 80-year-old from Decorah, Iowa, walked into a tattoo shop in Galena, IL in February and got some ink. She even talked the shop owner into giving her a senior citizen discount.
She even told him that she’d bring a “busload of old ladies” over to his shop, if he’d give her a 10 percent cut.
When I’m 80, please let me be this awesome.
The full article is here, thanks to boingboing.net.
Oh, Elliott. I love you. The Internet loves you (or at least Y does). I hope the rest of the phone-dialing world loves you, because I could only get in three times tonight. But, Elliott, I want you to know those three times were with so much love and admiration that they should have counted as 30,291,670 votes. And if they don’t, I’ll start a petition and all that stuff. I promise.
So, the final three.
This Saturday, May 20th – remember when I told you to mark your calendars? This is why!
We’re having a Hawaiian-style fundraising BBQ and raising money for boobs at the same time. There’s a $15 cover, but includes all of the BBQ and beer you could possibly dream of. You know that’s a good deal.
Let me know if you’re going to be there… or if you’d like directions, or whatever. I promise it’s not in the hood, except for the 13-year-old pot smoking wannabe thugs that taunt my dog as they walk by. But they’re cool. And they’re not invited.
Email me with questions, RSVPs, stock tips, and love poems. If you’re reading this, that automatically means I want to see you there!
