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Wednesday, February 17, 2010

we are getting the band back together mannnnnn
montana is happening may 1st and 2nd
the legendary maggotfest
the rugby event of the year
i spent a wonderful night in missoula montana handcuffed to the buxomest thing on the planet
she thought it was funny when i lost the handcuff key
thought i was joking
i thought i was at first too
but then the keys were nowhere to be found
her tone got realy serious with me when she had to use the bathroom
i still couldnt find them so i suggested that i would stand in the shower with the curtain closed
she really had to pee
god i hope its just pee i thought to myself from behind the cartooned curtains
luckily it was
post flush
i stepped out of the tub and started to kiss her
bieng romantic i let her pull up her pants first
we were soon negotiating her shirt around the handcuffs and as it turns out theres no way to get a shirt completely off when you are handcuffed to a beautiful buxom blond
we started on the sink
i dont know anybody in their right mind who would willingly lay down on a rugby players bathroom floor
soon tho, we were not in our righy mind
contortionists of love we were
on that cramped bathroom floor
my knee kept hitting the cabinet door closed with a clunk that echoed hollowly in the cabinet itself
a natural drum
today on found percussive performances we are playing a bathroom cabinet door with a knee
the tune is the them from love story
this was recoreded live in missoula montana, circa 1989
note the rich woody tones of the oak, much deeper than a plywood
the drumming caught the ears of my rugby hosts who were soon saying NO wayyy dude and laughing outside the door for a minute until i growled at them to get the fuck away from the door
sleeping in handcuffs is a science
especially when your bed is a beanbag chair
if you put any weight at all on them they click to the next tightest setting
the next morning we called the police
luckily he was laughing
lucking she wasnt pressing charges for what these days would be called kidnapping
ahhh montana
the chief of police was laughing at how shitty my toy handcuffs were
he used a screwdriver to pry them open in a jiffy
i guess we werent trying hard enough to get out of them
this year i go back to the scene of the non-crime
with anyluck ill be met at the airport by me new family
he should be 19 by now
hope he has a job
but that wasnt even the most interesting story of the trip
that one involved a colostomy bag and the middle of a road
but i wasnt there for that one
so it will remain untold for now
until i get the facts straight....

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