Friday, November 16, 2007

Beefcake Bake Sale

Our head groundskeeper, Columba Urquhart, is selling his prized pecans preserved in praline sauce to raise bail for the other houseboys caught up in that disgraceful Sissy Boy Slap Party Symphony and Interpretive Danse bust over on Fabulon. The sordid details are available here , I can't bear to speak of it . I’m so disappointed in my boys, but I know they were simply lead astray buy that tacky Thombeau hussy who was egging them on.

Anyway, if you’re interested in tasting Columba’s nuts, please see him at the rear entrance to the houseboys’ dorm. I’m sure he’ll have plenty for you.


  1. All those typos can only mean you're still taking Vitamin V. Not that you can be blamed, what with the impending houseboy strike. Oops! I've said too much.

  2. you troublemaking vixen. You haven't seen pussy cuttin' Girls on the loose action till I finish whuppin your skanky butt. Darling.

  3. Oh, I've had his nuts already.

    And they're delicious....

  4. Somehow I don't think his nuts are all all "preserved."


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