Kiwis Can Party

Oy yay, oy yay, my wrestling partner / New Zealander / huge house having friend Dana hosted yet another magnificent rumpus on her lovely poolside property. Initially the mood was a tad sedate but then some sexually undefined females stole the spotlight displaying the latest and greatest in spit swapping tongue tagging techniques, a spectacle that caught the eyes and reproductive instrument of every onlooking male in the room. These ambiguously oriented ladies requested I keep their identies secret, sexy, and mysterious, but if you were one of the lucky fucks like myself who witnessed the steamy interactions, you can say that the mental images will outlast any digital representation.

Hoesafe disapeared about 1/6 into the night and was rumored to have been eaten by Tongans, I’ll have more on this as it developes. Christa was being emo for a minute, out of character to say the least, but then she got a lap dance from Dana that bent those curves.

I like how much Dana is smiling in this picture cause at this time she has no idea I pissed in her bushes and accidentally spilled a beer on her floor and ate her kittens.

Towards the latter part of the evening both exhaustion and the slimy hands of liquor were beggining to have visible affects upon me, Mr. Hyde made his appearance rearing his hairy ass and slurred charm at will. Anyway, big ups to J.C. & the holy spirit for blessing me with long arms.