Faded Boxers

Spent an uber relaxing day at The Farm at San Benito as a way of celebrating my 4th year as Rach’s tormentor.

Since I’m still in a very Zen place, I have no desire to do anything that may be mistaken for work today.

Will upload pics and post more about it later, eventually. Meanwhile, you can check out Rach’s pics of our weekend here.

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Updates:

Ok, I think I have time to talk about our trip to San Benito. I’ve decided to rely more on pictures than words for this one because there’s only so many different euphemisms I can come up with that says one thing: relaxing.

Anyway, If you know anything about me, you’d know that I hate bottles or anything that resembles bottles. So en route to San Benito, imagine my surprise as we passed by the mother of all bottles. Of course I had to stop to express how I really feel.

There. How do you like that, huh beyotch! That goes to all bottles out there. Lookin’ all phallic and shit. Mocking me, lookin’ like a dimpled penis. Hey it’s not the shape that matters asshole!Seriously guys, fuck bottles.

Speaking of bottles, here’s a picture of a duck:

Did you know that duck rhymes with cock? Something to think about.Speaking of ducks, we took a picture of a rock that looks like a dick:

Now that’s what I call Cock Rock!Speaking of things that rock, this one doesn’t:

If I had a dick that small, I’d cut off my hands too. Won’t be needin’ them no mo’.Speaking of hands, this looks like a shy dick. Or a dick that hates niggers:

Uh oh, you made him mad. Now you have to deal with the whole posse:

Speaking of dick, here’s a pic of me and Rach:

Speaking of me, here’s a picture of a Jew:

Speaking of pictures, here’s one of Marge Simpson:

Speaking of Marge Simpson, it’s time for our massage now:

Speaking of great massages, these pictures make me wanna pee:

Seriously, had a great day there. More pics here.

Thanks Rach, for 4 wonderful years. Hope you won’t get tired of me.

Oh and bottles? Fuck you!