Ok, all you assorted perverts, tweakers, freakers, droolers, hoppers, and mal-adjusted jumpers. Our boy Slim is gettin' ready to tie the proverbial knot and he needs us to remind him just how much fun he's leaving behind.

That's right, a "bucks party!" For those of you who don't speak Australian-ese, that translates roughly to a bachelor party in American-speak.

You know the drill: strippers (of all genders), debauchery, chemical inebriation, farm animals (of all genders), things done that would make John Ashcroft crap his pants and hide under a desk coddling a tattered old Bible and repeating under his breath "no.. . no. . . no. . . NO. . . FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, NO!"

The date: Wednesday, September 4th

The location: Portland, Oregon

The organizer: One horny, deranged, off-leash old Dog

In loving honor of: Drag Queen BASE #1

The invitees: All members of our wild and wacky brotherhood of BASE boombastas, baby

The deal: Drop me a line if you want to be invited along for the ride

And, my oh my, what a ride it's going to be. Word is that, in Australia, they do these "bucks parties" pretty well and are pretty convinced that few stones are left unturned in the debauchery department. Um, yeah, whatever. We'll see how old Slim (Mr. Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-ouch) holds up to Portland-style hazing and ritualized boundary-transgression.

And I quote, from Slim himself: "Now I will be quite clear that nothing is out of bounds. Do your worst as I will only ever do this once. . . "

I dare say he'll only do it once - seriously doubt he could handle two nights like this, sorry mate truth hurts.

Come one, come all. Step right up, see what's behind the curtain. Don't miss out, that is if you are up for the ride. Leave the rigs at home for this night, the only jumping going on here won't involve shrivel flaps.

Peace,

D-d0g
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