Shit packers - ass munchers - snatch suckers - UNITE! Such was the call at the gay parade.. as always. Another year has cum and gone. Although the night is still young and those brazen homosexuals are up to no good for sure, this year I actually have a job to report to on Monday and am resting my tush appropriately. This year's festivities were shrouded by inclement weather (it was raining buckets). Lady Esquire and I had to seek refuge where ever we could to avoid getting drenched. Despite the heat and wet-n-wild conditions, we managed to enjoy ourselves in the frutopia of nyc. Tomorrow LE gets to play with men with big guns and I get to ask for another 16inch, er ounce, peach pleasure at Jamba juice. Queer representation continues on even after today. We're e v e r y w h e r e. . .
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Nice legs! Did you pack socks in that bag?
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