I’m pretty sure some asshole tried to slip Rohypnol or god knows what in my drink on Saturday night, because after 2 beers I got pretty fukked up and sick and spent the day in bed puking and basicially immobile on Sunday. I still don’t feel right, so if I’m slow today, thats why.

I talked to Jesus on the weekend. He told me to tell you he’s enjoying the cruise he doesn’t miss you guys at all, and that in fact, he hates every last one of you. I think he even said he hated me at one point, but I’m not sure cause he was rambling and drunk from the all-you-can-drink liquor on the cruise ship and I just put the phone down and went to do my nails.

He did ask me to ask “that little homo friend� of mine Julien, to help me write for the site “because gay bloggers are the in thing now�. Julien and I have known each other since we were kids, and used to play dolls together. I had a crush on him until I was about 11, when I pulled down my pants in front of him and tried to seduce him, and he threw up on me and started to cry.

Julien Writes:

Now, like most faggots I’m more into bigger guys. You know, the classic gay muscle daddy, broad shoulders, muscular thighs etc. The problem with those guys is that they are usually only interested in other muscular guys. So when my skinny ass goes up to them at a club,
all cracked out and trying to start talking to them, they don’t give me the time of day. The only ones that do are the older guys with the gross moustache and receding hairline, which I’m totally not into but I usually go home with them anyway because, like all men gay or straight, I’ll pretty much take sex wherever I can get it.

That being said, Brooke Hogan would totally be my type if she had a dick, and I would let her fuck me, no condom. But unfortunately, I’d probably end up going with Hulk instead.

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