And just like Andy Warhol, I brought my camera.
UPDATE: Last night’s drinkfest and my subsequent murdering of human communication via alcohol-blurred Words is documented in a subfolder here.
Update: Sorry people, space restraints has forced me to remove the galleries. If you need to see them, contact me and we’ll work something out!
8 thoughts on “Crashing DQ Parties”
Hottie Von Hottenheimer?????
I’ll say no more.
DR – check out scrumdown.net – it might get a rise in your shorts
That’s probably also why most gay men I know can’t stand the smell of women’s perfumes – unless it is CK1 and then those who like it like it way to muckin’ fuch
Good sweat or bad sweat?
Certainly kills the “homosexualitygaymoism is Learned” argument.
Did you smell the sweat in the room…???
hmm…i could pay in fluffing…i have a couple johnny cash cd’s i could throw in too!
We need the cash.
like, ok, so when are you and sharkboy going to do porn?