Well, I'm back, safe and sound after having a fan-fookin'-tastic time. I can honestly say that if you shuffle off your mortal coil before treading the green pastures of Ireland, your existence has been pointless and without value.
Let me answer the question that is foremost in everybody's mind first: no, despite enormous and constant pressure from Jeddy, I did NOT give up my homo cherry. Watching him like a hawk to make sure he didn't slip some roofies into my Guinness really helped in this regard.
In the coming days, I will be giving a "blow-by-blow" account (waits for homoerotic snickering to subside) of my trip, complete with all the horny pix. Here's one just to whet your sick appetite:
Jeddy thinks this robe makes me look gay - he's crazy right?
I'll have more to say about that hotel room, which we called, "Ireland's Gayest Hotel Room," in an upcoming chapter titled, "Ireland's Gayest Hotel Room."
Let me answer the question that is foremost in everybody's mind first: no, despite enormous and constant pressure from Jeddy, I did NOT give up my homo cherry. Watching him like a hawk to make sure he didn't slip some roofies into my Guinness really helped in this regard.
In the coming days, I will be giving a "blow-by-blow" account (waits for homoerotic snickering to subside) of my trip, complete with all the horny pix. Here's one just to whet your sick appetite:
Jeddy thinks this robe makes me look gay - he's crazy right?
I'll have more to say about that hotel room, which we called, "Ireland's Gayest Hotel Room," in an upcoming chapter titled, "Ireland's Gayest Hotel Room."
