One Last Night And The Morning After

I know that it may be hard to imagine, but I was not always the sensitive, clean thinking and clean living poster child for political correctness that you have come to know ;)

Years ago on my last night of bachelorhood, my bachelor party was held at a Gentleman's Club. My friends took me out for one last time as a free man to the one place on earth where a man can glory in the excesses of being a man. There I went through the age old rite of passage known as the hay ride. For those not familiar with this event or might call it a different name, let me explain what a hay ride entails. I was led to the stage and my shirt removed, then I was seated in a chair and told to sit on my hands. After this was accomplished, six gorgeous strippers proceeded to give me a lapdance to remember for a lifetime. While distracted by the other dancers, each of them took turns writing upon my torso such gems as Eat me raw, Ride me hard, Fuck me like an animal, and Sasha was here. Upon arriving home, my bride-to-be (who was not in attendance for the festivities) led me to the darkened bedroom where we proceeded to spend a night of intense love making.

I awakened early and went to take shower and wash off the messages. The markings were done in black permanent marker but with the aid of Lava Soap and a lot of scrubbing, I had managed to remove all traces of these writings from my chest and abdomen. That is when my sweet bride-to-be entered the bathroom and climbed into the shower. For the first time, I witnessed the fury of the woman that I have come to know as Angry Joyce. She, not so tenderly, scrubbed all pornographic images from my back along with the first two layers of skin.

The wedding went along without a hitch but she has never let me forget just how big an ass that I am. She has also been handy about explaining to me on a moments notice just how thankful I should be for having such a sweet woman who would clean up my body from the filth that as a single man I wallowed in.

To find out what led me to relate this bit of personal trivia, head over to Siren's, Beauty vs. The Beast. While posting the responses of my bro, Big D and my lovely and multi-talented blogfriend Ranea, I was reminded of this story. I also made the mistake of mentioning it to Angry Joyce but no worries; I was able to dodge all of the heavier objects thrown my way. You would think that after nearly 11 years she would have got over it. But no such luck. So do yourself a favor and go check it out. They both did a great job and I would appreciate you letting them know what you think.

I would also like to express my appreciation to Big D for designing a new template in such a short time. I may be partial, since he built this template and he is my bro, but I think that Big D has built some of best templates out there. He also has a post up explaining his design concepts when building the template. I think that all his worries are unfounded. If you have any suggestions on the template please leave a comment on his post.