also: this was disappointing.

coconut.

mmm . . . i just ate a choc-o-lat glazed donut with coconut all over it. fuck, that's a good donut.

and yet, it's a kind that i would never think to pick for myself. (this one was a gift, you see.)

the coconut reminded me of the bounty bar. why is everything with coconut deemed second rate and scummy when actually it is delicious?

is it because it's ethnic?

lost in deep thoughts and your dad's pants,
spanky millionaire

www.dadsondads.com

good to know you have lesbian porn-sites memorized and at-the-ready, you big gay lesbian.

i'll stick to my dad-porn. moustache-on-moustache. www.unzippedpleatedkhakis.com.

i'm an occasional lesbian. unlike you. full-time lesbo-perve.

licks,
sticky

lesbo101

ahahaha.

you're gross.

also — the title of this post is also the same as that of a certain website you may enjoy in your hand-down-pantz endeavours.

you. are welcome.

signed,
spanky millionaire

ps — leave. the meatsticks. out of *it*.

you perve.

am i having sex yet?

sticky sez:

poor little spanky - a cold that not even the booze will help? rough.

i didn't know the tasered-guy was eastern european. it was rcmp who tasered the death into him. those guys, eh? reading a bit of chretien's memoir. the part where a man with a knife breaks a window and gets within steps of chretien's sleeping body. with a knife. that shit i knew. inuit sculpture and the rest. full of hilarity. but the details - the guards playing cards, no alarm when the window was busted, etc. it's pretty awesome.

i'm just REALLY glad those guys aren't protecting me. i sleep better at night knowing i'm not in their care, that's for sure. i'd find myself stabbed-up by a random dude and all messed up from some accidental taser and or gun shots.

god, would i ever love to own a taser gun. i'd be taser-happy. taser your ass all over the place.

it's absolutely vomitting rain outside. plus, i haven't had sex in, like, a very long time. a tall, handsome fellow put his arm around me to move me out of the way today (firm yet gentle) and i believe i almost came. not to mention seeing the firetrucks go by this morning...

i have to put my hands down my pants now,
sticky

paging dr. sticky

frig. i have a cold. not even rye can help.

i thought of taser man yesterday when all the news coverage was on the yukon mountie's funeral.

then bulldog told me the taser victim was, like, eastern european or something. and it all came in to focus.

fuck, is dancing with the stars not the gayest thing ever? i looove it.

and: maybe your dad can come over & play doctor.

yours in creamy drawers,
spanky millionaire
xoxo

tasers for everyone.

sticky sez:

spank, i don't understand the comment on my last post. wha?

and no, cat did not tell me about said meat sticks. the meat jokes just go on and on, eh? nothing funnier than a sausage left on someone's doorstep. way funnier than the needles and used toilet paper i find on my doorstep. ahh, van.

the police succeeded in killing yet another person here last night. with tasers this time. mixing it up from a shot to the head while in police custody or...multiple shots to the chest while in the middle of a street downtown surrounded by cops and wielding a chain. these cops are 100 kinds of out-of-hand. you have guns. and hand cuffs. you may be able to get control of a person who has none of these things. without shooting them dead. or tasering them dead. just a thought, boys.

i'm very much going to be tasered jay-walking. i can feel it. isp.

in bus news - i almost fell right down onto the reeking sewage that is the bus floor today. a sudden stop while i was standing. i'll say it again, spanx - if i fall on the bus i am resigning from life.

one of my students told me today how much he hates school. how much it sucks. so bad. i had no pep talk. all that was running through my brain was...

you're right, kid. school fucking blows.

didn't school blow? i get the heebs thinking about it.

rubs without tugs,
sticky

i love rye.

i think rye will cure your ills.

AND: that's quite a comment you got on your last entry.
prick spammer. jeeze. if anyone's gonna make durty cash off this piece of shit blog, let it be us.

that's . . . about all my news, eh? except that i just beat the bulldog at sequence. (another crazee saturday night.)

and: i'm drunk. (on rye.)

goooood bye.

SPANKEEEE

in a p.s., did cat tell you about how i secretly crammed her purse full of meat sticks when we was in k-town? also: the toucan stunk so bad i had to put the neck of my shirt up over my nose. there was also an appearance from a spence evans funk band. am i 16? wtf? AND: are you in toronto yet? also: a rye-related headache is setting in. zzzz.

sick. on the WEEKEND.

sticky sez:

i have a cold. and it's the weekend. that's ten kinds of unfair. not even a good stay-home-from-work-watching-tv garbage-day out of it. goddamn it.

in other news - sticky's in talks for a job in toronto. looking like i'll move back at christmas. would you like that, spanx? i'll be right close to you. eeeee! sure will miss the junkies in my alley. someone died the other night. overdosed, the cops think. i'm not so sure. woke up to screaming at 4am. man and woman, messed up. talked to cops at 6am - taking the body away. told them what i'd heard. they were uninterested. just a junkie, they seemed to say. horrific, all of it.

haven't had any choc-o-late barz of late, but had an intense piece of birthday cake. it was moan-inducing. like your dad between my thighs.

and goodnight sir.

choc-o-lat barz!