You gotta hand it to Miss Jen Lane of BarFly fame: homegirl can throw a party. One big packed out Sunday afternoon of debacuhery at Sabalas in only the finest of style.

Aside from polacks on crystal meth, other key ingredients included Levon Levan the panty sniffing Croation Sensation, Frank Furter, Stamen Pistils, Dave J's notorious bar fight and the ensuing angering of the significant otro, BBQ and fingerfoods, and a bevy of delicious Vodka drink specials. Normally, I'm a makey-make sort of fella, but when the Vodka is flowing freely, one must oblige.

Myself, I came with my entourage sexy vixens so as to impress upon my fellow bar-goers my awe-inspiring ability to corral the ladies like an Irish Shepard , but alas I humped not a single vixen which pissed me off because if you have an entourage of sexy vixens of sexy sex, you must insert peenor . It is like the first rule in the official Entourage rule book. That's okay, as I was due for a triple nut whack off session since I had not a moment of privacy the entire weekend anyway whilst surrounded by estrogen addled conversation about free flowing, super heavy menstruation. Bitches.

Speaking of vixens, one of them, the lovely Shannon Mick D., will be hosting a wonderful trivial adventure challenge at Pete's 19th Hole on Wednesday, and some team called Greywolf Hornstar Apocalypse is attempting to take the title from fact-filled sponges from the undersea dimension.