By the way . . .

For those who are interested, I do have pics from the last bowling. I just have to wait for the DSG site to be able to take them again.

Things that I find amusing this week.

How ridiculous is this huge freaking foam disc thing that my moron dog Hank has to wear? He destroys every normal cone that we try to put on him, and at the rate he's going, he's going to chew his front paw off entirely.












My beagle, on the other hand, just has butt issues, and will keep licking until she gets herself infected. Gross. She can mostly successfully navigate with the cone on. Mostly.
















"Did I not tell you that I was going to shove my lightsaber in your ass? You really should have believed me."

More War pics!

Pirate wenches! What's better than that?

By the way, CONGRATULATIONS to Pirate Chickie for kicking ass at the tournament in Tucson this past weekend. Check out the results. Sounds like they could have used a big, rangy, solid bruiser to offset the corn-fed Amazon from the Texas team . . . hey, wait a minute! I know someone like that! ;)

And this picture rolls me, because if you check out Spousal Unit on the right, you can tell (A) that he's having a great time, (B) that he's already quite sauced, and (C) that it's going to be a long night. Note the hair, and the Christie's Cabaret flask.

To my great and utter shock . . .

. . . people seem to actually be reading this thing.

Who knew?

More pics from War:






Classic Traylor, wenching like a madman.

"C'mon ladies, I'm ready for ya!"

















Gilbert, being a very, very happy man.

As I look at this pic and remember just how sheer that chemise was, I'm forced to conclude that I was probably showing more than I was aware of at the time. After that many Cran/Raspberry and Grey Goose drinks, however, I doubt that if I had known, that I would have much cared.








Carousing with 2035. This time I asked first before I posted his pic. :)