hot action

I'm just dropping in to say hello to the Internet. How's everybody been doing? I got my computer fixed but they replaced a bad part with another bad part so it'll probably be the middle of next week before I'm all the way back up in it.

I've had quite a month. Playing lots of shows, travelling all over the Maritimes. I recorded a new A/V album called "Hot Action." It's gonna have the "shake hands, new plans" song on it, yeah, the North End anti-cockblock anthem. Also the "my pants in your face" song, and the "ass in the air" song... word.

My sex life has been crunkin' lately. I have tasted some yummy new dishes. Familiar lovers have shown themselves in a whole new light.

I fear no cockblocker. I fear no homely friend of the hot chick. I fear no hovering ex-boyfriend, no cranky celibate roommate.

These days outwitting the block is my favourite sport. I'm as determined to have fun with her as you are not to let her, and I am more resourceful than you are, and way more ruthless.

Best thing I've said all week: "Why don't you put that tight little cunt in a car, and drive it over here." She does her Kegels and is quite proud of it. Well ladies, it does make a difference.

Everybody loves that t.l.c.

By the way rockstar, you forgot your panties at my house.

I'm coming to Halifax this weekend to perform, and yes I do need someplace to stay, so please be smart about it.

When you're on the road, sex becomes a logistical exercise. I'm a country boy and I don't like to be in a hurry, true. But when you only have a short time in a given place it tends to focus the mind.

Maybe you're the hottest thing going. It doesn't mean much. Not unless you can concentrate on these two issues: "where" and "when."

Posted by philip on March 31, 2006 01:57 AM | Permalink