Saturday, February 27, 2010

Advance #6: Male Bonding

To your left is exactly where one ends up when an untimely flat tire, four cases of low grade fermented liquids, a bootleg Barenaked Ladies disc (live in Montreal, BTW), a Friday booty-night romp canceled at the 11th hour and an ungodly alliance of severely compromised metabolic systems are fused together to create an unusual, but surprisingly pleasant, weekend evening.

Sometimes my sacred nights that I have offered up to the Gods of Flesh don't yield a supple, willing mistress for me. But that doesn't mean that I can't still have a go of things. Did you know, for example, that Cher was the original Auto-Tune Pimp?  (What What, Mr. Pain?)  After a sweaty and unchaperoned dabble in the Karaoke Arts, I certainly did.

Much love to Tiny J, M.C. Bubbles and Eugene "Tank" Tankarowski for a memorable night, and most curious sauna experience that I won't soon forget. (The water tasted exactly like week-old minestrone and barley soup.)

Until later,
Denny DelVecchio


Anonymous said...

is that bassist for bfs?

Anonymous said...

I want in the middle of that fuckfest!