Hopes and dreams

Other than going to dinner tomorrow night I don't have any big plans for the weekend, just hopes and dreams. If OPP doesn't show up and recycle some beer I might just begin the search for a willing donor. Looks like fun. Hope it tastes that good. It might be nice to get a gift from more than just OPP this weekend. I think I might broach the subject with him. I am not really sure he will be up for sharing my mouth with anyone. I'll keep dreaming. I hope I don't end up this desperate this weekend. An interesting way to introduce the squeamish to watersports. Fill me up.

Odds and Ends

Images that I can't describe in any normal sense. Still I wanted to share them. Life is often fun if not funny.

Meando musings

Pissing is no longer a private act. For one, I'm glad. However I don't quite understand the movement toward Urinal art. No matter how interesting or how interestingly placed a urinal is still a urinal and the gold I so desperately crave is being wasted every time someone uses one of the porcelain disposals. Men! get real. There are enough of us out there to take all the piss wasted daily, stop wasting your waste! Make a piss drinker happy, recycle.

In tribute to the Olympics. One more man that I would relish enjoying. Apolo Anton Ohno is welcome to come by and shower me or feed me his gold any day, morning, noon or night. He may be small physically but there lies a heart beneath those wiry muscles. I'm on my knees, mouth open, waiting.