"Algarvication"

Last Saturday I had the best flight of my life: Lasagna, coffee, Carslberg, three seats just for me while I read the Led Zeppelin article on Mojo and listened to Opeth. The hostess were not bad, I´ve seen hotter, but they were nice. So, good to be back for some holidays? Well it´s nice to be away from that bag piping at 9 a.m.. 9 FUCKING A.M.? On a Sunday? Sometimes I wished I had a shotgun, I mean, at 9 a.m. a guy hasn´t even approached the morning boner period yet! How cruel is that? Anyway, it´s good see my family, friends...but this place is too quiet for me. With the adrenaline I brought from living at the Caledonia´s rockyest spot, I need some action and I need it NOW! On Saturday when I arrived I got seriously smashed and on the next day everyone asked where did I learned to "dance" like that! Sunday I visited the rehearsal rooms, Monday my ex-co-workers, Tuesday...doesn´t matter and tonight there´s more. I know it sounds "fun" and all, but...I just can´t get enough, I just can´t get enough...

PS: The "dance" I mentioned was basically me trying to walk straight...

"what an honour"

So, after all these years of MSN chats and porn wanking, I finally throw myself into the world of brain ejaculated gossip...BLOGGING! Why the fuck not? I see myself surround by endless and infinite boner driven events, which maybe, I wouldn´t even prefer to know about them but as you get older, your memory starts to fade...in a weird way sometimes, so I thought "why not put all these sins in a place where God cannot have access to them? BBBBBBBBBLOG!" And HEY! This my first post! My first fucking post! I will not compare this with the day I lost my "innocence" or the day I made my father a proud man( even though we never talked about it) but they both have something in common, Google! Go figure that one...

Well, I was only going to write "TEST" but 21st century sex on ITV(or was it BBC) and those "inside pussy camera close ups" aren´t exactly the thrill for an evening. Not the mention the pumps for the erectile dysfunction surgery, just imagine your dick(if you´re a man), cut open while you are lying drugged on a table! Scares the hell out of me, I mean, will I get to that point one day? A guy gets like what? More than 50 hard ons per day? I speak for myself, but sometimes I just feel like my cock is going to explode...is it ok to write that ? Help me out here, I´m a starter! Not with the boners, with the details!!!



PS: I hope there isn´t broadband in Heaven...