Pink One Eye

So now I am checking my laundry and all my dark trousers pockets are dyed pink from my ever-ultra-uber-RED hoodie that just won’t quit running red dye into everything. And my hands are orange from too much beta-carotene. I am starting to break out in Pee Wee Herman colours all over.

On the plus side, I figured out a whole new way of moving my penis inside a gorgeous vagina last night and it was welcomed by both parties. Who said an old dog can’t learn new tricks?

I also got to go down to a beach burn on Ocean Beach, which was nice and quite civilised — compared with fighting off scummer gangs on Sandmount Strand. It was dark and one couple were throwing a limunous football around and I got this sudden inkling of how Burning Man must have been back in the horrible 80s when it started. But it was on Baker, I guess, so they could all LAGNAF.