Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Regress #52: Good Bye For Now (Denny's Been Transferred to Wisconsin)

It is with a touch of sadness, my virulent DelVecchians, that Denny Dance must now share with you some unsettling news.

That fussy little ladyboy that calls himself my boss, Easy Ed Verhowski, has transferred me to a new position in Kenosha, Wisconsin, effective immediately.

While I remain skeptical that Kenosha is a real city and Wisconsin is a real state, I must abide by the rotund dicklord's orders.

Now the real problem--complete relocation and new digs that may or may not have what some people are calling "the internet."

So I will bid a humble good-bye to you all.  Not forever, but for now. I hope to be back online and deep into your panties by Christmas. I'll try to check in on Facebook when I can and, yes, I will continue to reply to all fanmail and tit-shots at my personal email address,

Denny would still lovingly impregnate you all at a moment's notice. Let that fact keep you warm when the cold winds blow.

Much love,
Denny DelVecchio


bearman said...

Having just left that wonderful state, I can assure you they have good cheese and working internet.

Just don't eat a Butter Burger until your stomach gets accustomed to the local food.

bschooled said...

Saddest. Day. Ever.

For realz.

singlegirlie said...

Huh? Wait. Just a cotton pickin minute. Is this for reals?

WTF, Easy Ed??? I've got some rotund ASS to KICK!

I'm in a bit of a panic, Den-Den. Hold on, I'm going to page you.

Vodka and Ground Beef said...

Wait . . . whaaaaat?

Denny, please don't go.

I'll never love again.

Anonymous said...

I just threw myself into an unmarked grave in your honor Denny.

Who is gonna internet fuck me now?

With tears and a heavy heart, KAP

Dr. Cynicism said...

My words will not suffice. So let me rely upon others in this tragic time.

That's all I can muster at this point...

Denny DelVecchio said...

I want to make a great big, dirty DelVecchio sandwich with all of you now (Bear, you can film), but no worries, kids...Denny WILL BE BACK SOON. I get way too much ass off of this blog to leave it abandoned near the hospital dumpster.

So say it with me: Denny is not motherfunkin' done.

Dry those beautiful eyes that all gaze upon my magnificence with an animal yearning matched by no other.


Anonymous said...

Dr. C - I'm listening to the Boys II Men right now... with tears running down my face... I don't know how I'll carry on.... In the words of EC, here's my final thoughts:

Would you know my name, if I saw you in heaven?
Would it be the same, if I saw you in heaven?
I must be strong, and carry on, cause I know I don't belong here in heaven.

Missing you Denny - like a classmate in high school that gets killed by a drunk driver, that I didn't even like, but I use it as an excuse to get out of doing my homework anyways.

Unknown said...

Oh Denny...Kenosha is a magical place not far from me - with wonderful places such as the Mars Cheese Castle and the Brat Stop. Fear not. Both 100% real places.

Love in the Dumps said...

A day without Denny is like an eternity without masturbating. Denny, COME BACK YOU FUCK!!

singlegirlie said...

Alright. My head is out of the paper bag. I'm not happy about this, but if you must go sow your royal oats in this "Wisconsin" place, so be it. I shall anxiously await your return, my love.

And until that glorious day, this will be running on a continuous loop on my iPod. (It's kinda like a Walkman, Denny.)

P.S. I expect daily phone sex.

Denny DelVecchio said...

@KAP: Don't make this any harder than it already is. "This"=Denny's wiener.

@Uncorked: Just flew into Milwaukee. Someone named Mitchell owns the airport. But looks like a real city, yo.

@Dumps: Denny's closer to the 10101 now, YOU FUCK.

Denny DelVecchio said...

@Single: You'll get just that, my sweet. Thank you for the video. My heart, and jeans, are swelling.

Can I call collect?

Anonymous said...

I'm gonna leave you messages like my loser high school classmates are leaving on our recently deceased classmate's Facebook. Because, the first thing you do when you get to heaven is check your Facebook to see who left you grief messages. "Ohhh. Who misses me? Who will always love me? Who remembers me? Who is sad?"

...Lying in my bed I hear the porno music,
and think of you
caught up in your sex swing --
is nothing new
Flashback -- warm nights--
doing me from behind
suitcases of sex toys,
time after....

susi spice said...

Denny - im on the other side of the world so really where you get transferred to makes no difference as long as you blog... BUT for the sake of all my fellow bloggy buddies who seem to be feeling it particularly acutely, i offer you myself if it will ease their pain...

if you would like to take up this offer its available for a limited time....

i will wait for you wearing lipgloss...and only lipgloss...

Vodka and Ground Beef said...

I feel better knowing you'll be back. Like Karaoke, I've been listening to Boyz II Men, and they've comforted me.

I miss you though. There's no sensuality in my life anymore.