HOOKED ON FEELING

of cramp in my thighs is getting to me.

my left thigh, rather.

all philbert's fault, i'd say...but thanks babes, for uh...teaching us to "defend" ourselves. and what a fun way of doing so =)

so how much more crazy can a few crazies get?

this much...



for someone who has been termed "repressed", it's terribly amusing to see him come up with something like this. hmm...must be the witching hour.

he even undressed my poor pig and used its top as its diaper, before i discovered how filthy piggin's shirt was and threw it into the wash.

look what he's doing to poor piggin...



he's stuffing him enough to bust him open for kway chup, or pig-type foie gras! THE HORROR!

in other news...

here're the other crazies in the bunch.



i think philbert looks really nice here though...haha.

cool shit lights eh...right by the waterfront outside my place =)

sigh...i know i'm gonna get so addicted to practising my "defence" techniques that i won't sleep well till the day i "get" them.

then i'll teach you horny bastards not to mess around wit me.