When it's late and modesty starts to mellow with the wine

[trenchkamen]

irbaboon's birthday party is today. Hizzah. HAPPY BIRTHDAY AND SUCH.

I think zychi was eaten by a Minnesota bear, or something. I talked to him for about thirty seconds yesterday afternoon before his phone gave out until, oh, now. That or he's six feet under in a shallow grave after some serial killer had his way with his lithe, boyish body. (I keep thinking of King Gorilla from The Venture Bros. even though I don't think he was a serial killer, per say, but it was amusing when he told the Monarch that he's built too much like a girl down there; therefore, he just can't get it up.)

Eh, never mind. He just called me.

I'm going to make a run down to Alphagraphics to pick up the beginnings of my Kanji journey, then I'm going back up to North Scottsdale. If I can stop writing Kamui / Fuuma fanservice.

Oh yeah, you heard me right. I just suck at writing smut.

Props to Erik for writing an entire opera based on sex, though. "The Point of No Return" is one hell of a raunchy song. Love it. He's a kinky bastard after my own heart.

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