Fear and Loathing in Hagersville
Do excuse my prolonged absence lady and gents. I was in the process of storing food for my long winter hibernation and got lost in the wild of living... but not living wildy... I'm not into that kind of thing.
Truth is, this cockeyed Canadian lifestyle was getting to me and I had to find some solace in Las Vegas for nine days. I can't say much about that vacation (Golden Rule of LV), but I will say that whoever thought of having a bikini contest involving a mechanical bull was a genius. I think I will put a mechanical bull in the living room of my house, and when I have guests over, we will have competitions.
Last night I went to a wedding with my partner in crime James Douglas Miller. His name tag said 'Michael Gowing's Guest', which I translated to meaning 'Michael Gowing's Property' ... so I forced him to shine my shoes and get me dancing partners (he's very good at that). When I would inevitably scare the girls away or offend them in some way, it was also his responsibility to apologize on behalf of me and my obscenities.
Cupcakes and chocolate fountains are what makes my world go round.
The M. Horse
posted by A Horse(wo)man at 6:44 PM
3 Comments:
Mike are you going grey...? They say it starts with the beard, moves to the top of your head and then heads straight down South. You know, to the Las Vegas of the human anatomy.
Matt
i don't know if it's possible for you and jamie to look like bigger creepsters than you do in that photo. well played.
HA! Dr. Otis Guelpe -- I have found you! Mwahahahahaha!
I'll be along for a visit. Just as soon as these broken legs heal and these blasted internal injuries seal themselves up. Turns out beating boy-children in Bolivia DID equip you well for our little tete-a-tete.
Yours sincerely,
Vinny
dunh dunh dunh ... (insert suspense-filled shocker music here, s'il vous plait)
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