Monday, December 31, 2007

An Utterance, information, don't mince words (Part 76)..

TMI Tuesdays
These come from http://tmituesday.blogspot.com/. This was posted earlier today, and it's a good thing, cause I don't know if my hangover is gonna allow me at the computer tomorrow.

1. Last week was "The Most Wonderful time of the Year", but what are your favorite 2007 memories? Honest to God, I can't think of a specific wonderful 'thing'. The times with Freddie in the spring were great, holding my friend's 5 day old son while he slept was great, renewing my friendship with two girls I went to school with was great, but there's not one thing. Oh, wait, I think finally having my whole family together at Christmas, after a 7 year split (and without my dad, of course), was pretty damn special.
2. What is the best thing you learned in 2007? I learned that it's a real bitch trying to kill ALL the crabs that have infested you AND that Nair For Men smells horrendous.
3. On a scale of 1-10, how good was your 2007? 3? Maybe a 4. It basically sucked...although that could just be all the more recent crappy memories during the fall.
4. What is your wish for 2008? What is your wish for someone else for 2008? My wish would be to get back to Toronto...I feel so refreshed after going there. My wish for someone else would be that they double, triple and quadruple think things over before going through with any momentous decisions.
5. If you knew that you were going to die in 2008 what one thing would you do? Oh, I'd get back to Toronto, no doubt. I'd sell everything I own to get back there for a week. And any money I had left over, I'd find the hottest, sexiest guy I can find up there, THE perfect man of my sexual dreams (they DO exist, in Toronto), and I'd buy him. Just for an evening. Or two. Or three, if I have enough money. then I'd visit all my friends I haven't seen in a while: Donna in South Carolina, Mark in Michigan, Scott in California, Amie in Reading, Jessica in State College, the Tippers in England, just so I could see them all again one last time. Then I'd return home and spend the remainder of my days with my mom and my dog, eating her mouthwatering cooking, and watching Star Trek reruns and Dallas Cowboys football games on TV while playing with Angel until it was my time.
Bonus (as in optional):Do you make New Year's resolutions? What is/are your's for 2008? I don't make resolutions, cause I never keep them. But if I had to say, I'd list the usual: lose weight, eat right, exercise more, have more patience with all the fools, morons, and idiots that inhabit this world...especially on the highways.

POLT Oil: 96.10 (-.17); Gas: 3.06 (+.01)

Listening to "Galvanize" by The Chemical Brothers

A happy new year, let's hope it's a good one...

I wish you all a great New Year celebration.





May any party you attend feature appropriately placed party hats....





...a happy new years baby....






...and a new years toast!!!!





Have a happy and safe celebration. I want to see all of you back here next year!



POLT

Listening to "Dream A Little Dream Of Me" by Mama Cass

You're wantin my body, I don't mind (Part 127)...

MONDAY'S HOT SHIRTLESS GUY PHOTOS

It's been kinda chilly around here lately, so in honor of that, I'm going to make this week's theme: Hot Shirtless Guys In tuques. (It's a Canadian thing...just click the link, that gives the definition)











POLT

Listening to "What A Wonderful World" by Rufus Wainwright

Sunday, December 30, 2007

Through my window, that's what you are my shining star...

As you've seen in previous posts, I've put up two Christmas trees this year. In addition, i hung a string of Christmas lights along a doorway and I've got my Star Trek ornaments hanging there. But, after all my decorating, I had nothing on the outside. Nothing that anyone could see walking or driving by.

So earlier in the month, I bought a lighted star that normally goes on the top of a tree. The door that leads out to my balcony is basically just glass, and I hung it there. that way, at least, people could see the star when I plugged it in. And I just recently managed to get a photo of it.



This is taken from the street looking up at the house I live in. I'm on the third floor, its all mine. You can see the front porch as well as the underside of my balcony. And just above that, you can see the star.

I like it cause, unless the lade in the lower right apartment plugs in the candles in her front windows, it's the only thing in the entire house that shows any kind of Christmas decorating. And I like that it's simple, and understated, not all gaudy (like my tree) or overbearing (like many many overdecorated houses I've seen around town).

POLT

Listening to the Titans-Colts game.

Bitter silence all around it's the anniversary...

As I sit here at the end of the year and reflect on the crappy fall I had (in case you're new here: my dad was diagnosed with cancer and died, I broke up with my boyfriend of two and half years, and I turned 40), I realized 2007 was in fact a year of many anniversaries for me.

1967: Firstly, and most importantly, 40 years ago, I was born. Turning 40 sucks, but being born, even 40 years ago, was pretty damn good.

1977: 30 years ago, I decided to start collecting comic books. I had been buying them on and off for a few years before that, but I remember buying Justice Leage Of America #159. It was the summer of 1977, and I bought this one cause I thought the cover looked cool. It was the first half of a two parter, and I remember thinking "I'll have to get the second part next month. And I should just start getting them each month." And that's what began it all. And now, thousands of comic books later, I spend about 25-30 dollars a week on them. Comic books have become as intergral a part of my being, as is my gayness, and my over-weightness.

1987: 20 years ago. I met my longest friend Duff then. We met in late July, and became best friends so fast that I think there was only three days in August when we didn't see each other. His family adopted me, my family adopted him. I was the best man in his wedding a few years later. I helped move his wife to Louisiana when he was stationed there while in hte military. And when he returned, he invited me to his house for that year's Super Bowl when Dallas (we're both Dallas fans) beat Pittsburgh. And every year since, for 13 years, we've gotten together on Super Bowl Sunday and watched the game. I've been friends with him through the birth and raising of his twins, through his divorce, through his 30th birthday, and everything else. We're not as close as we used to be, but still, every Super Bowl Sunday I can count on both of us clearing our calendars and spending the day together.

1992: 15 years ago, I had my last final attempt at dating a girl. It was a fiasco, and she ended up breaking up with me, and less than a week later, going out on a date with a guy I THOUGHT was my best friend. Bastard. Anyways, it's been that long since I've actually had a date with a girl.

1997: 10 years ago, I meant Aggie aka Agnes Louise Uvula (my nicknames for her, she's got a much more normal name, actually). We've been best of friends since. So much so that she moved into my building when an apartment came open. We've been to Toronto 13 times together, to Philly once, to DC gay Pride 8 or 9 times, seen Rent at least 5 times, Mama Mia at least twice (once to DC in a limo), seen countless bottle of white zinfindel, over a years worth of Saturdays spent at a local gay bar Headquarters, 2 Madonna concerts, at least one professional hockey game, ALL of Queer As Folk as it aired, and three of my boyfriends. All in all, a great 10 years worth of memories.

1997: 10 years ago, I first went to Toronto. It was July, and I went with My Fairy Godfather Mark. He was meeting a friend of his from Michigan, also named Mark, in Toronto, and asked me to go along. I had never thought about Toronto, and really had no desire to go, but I figured, "Aw, what the hell? I need a short vacation, why not?"And so we went. And I fell in LOVE with the city almost immediately. And I've been there a total of 14 times in the intervening years. Even now, when I first view the CN Tower as I'm driving into the city, my heart skips a beat, and I have to catch my breath. It feels like home. Coincidentally, this is the first year that I did NOT get to Toronto at least once. *SIGH*...well, maybe I'll get there twice next year to make up for it.

1997: 10 years ago was one of the best sexual experience of my life. It was set up by My Fairy Godfather Mark. It was friend of his Patrick. Patrick was 19, tall, lean, with a blond hairthing I loved, a smile to die for, the erection of a porn star, the body of a god, a pierced tongue that increased his already sizable oral talents, and a libido that was unbelievable. Mark knew Patrick would be my type, and so he got the three of us together for a dinner, movie and then afterwards, well, Patrick and I retreated to his bedroom. And even though we only had about 45 minutes together, that 45 minutes was some of the best sex I've ever had...up until the last few years, that is.

1997: 10 years ago, I moved out of my parents house and into my current apartment. I moved in September 1st, the rent was $355 a month. Now, it's $455, and it's a lot more cluttered and dusty, but I still love it. the hardwood floors, the dormers, the angled ceilings, the balcony that's all mine...it's an apartment in a house built in 1920 or so...it's go character. I can't imagine living anywhere else.

What memories....

POLT

Listening again to the silence in my apartment

Overwear, underwear, anytime, anywhere...

I dont really have any idea what this is all about....




God, I spend WAY too much time online....

POLT Oil: 96.27 (+.27); Gas: 3.05 (+.01)

Listening to the Saints-Bears game

Let's get unconscious, honey (Part 80)...

Unconscious Mutterings
These come from http://subliminal.lunanina.com/

I say ... and you think ... ?

Memorable :: Fun
Resolution :: No Way
Goal :: Soccer
2008 :: Election
Sensational :: Fantastic
Popular demand :: BACK!
Old :: Wrinkle
Music :: Notes
Intense :: Sweaty
2007 :: Fuck it.

POLT

Listening to the silence in my apartment.

Saturday, December 29, 2007

My baby's got a secret (Part 55)...

Secret Saturdays

These come from http://postsecret.blogspot.com/




POLT

Listening to "Material Girl" by Madonna

The trap, too much information about nothing...

Okay, now, those of you who know me personally, probably want to skip the rest of this post, as I'm gonna be mentioning more information than you guys probably want to know. If you read on, it's all on you, folks.

I've injured....Lil Polt. (Oh I know that's not the nest name for...him, but I don't think I've ever really named him. A group of us named Johnnie's...Lil Johnnie a few years ago: Dudley Padiddle Van Helsink. But I digress...) He's got a...band around his middle that's a bit red and swollen. Apparently, when I was...exercising him a few days ago, I was a smidge too...vigorous in the exercise. I think I might have...bruised him? Who knew it was possible? Jeez, ya hit forty and ya got problems in places ya never knew! At least I'm still able to...rouse him when needed. THAT hasn't become a problem....yet. Course, getting him...roused makes him hurt more, so I try not to do that. (damn dreams....making things like that happen without my control...) So what this means is, not..exercising for Lil Polt for a few days. *SIGH*....guess its a good thing I don't have a boyfriend right now, ain't it?

Different subject, same awkard uncomfortableness with the topic: After what I ate for lunch today, I had to...lavitate THREE times! Before I left work! That's a span of 4 hours. I've had to lavitate two more times here at home! I was supposed to go with a friend to the gay bar for the "Last Saturday In 2007" kinda thing, but I'm not gonna risk it now. The only thing worse than having the shits, is having the shits at a gay bar. With no doors on the stalls. And too much attitude from the drama queens. I'm hoping next week, we can do a "First Saturday in 2008" kinda night there.

Teach me to eat at work....

Now, I'm going to go and get some nice chicken soup...that oughta help the tummy.

POLT Oil: 96.00 (+.73); Gas: 3.04 (+.01)

Listening to "Ring Of Fire" by Social Distortion

(This song is pretty ironic, in light of the second topic I mentioned above, but honest to GOD that's what I was listening to!)

Friday, December 28, 2007

Boxer shorts and everything is fitting large...

3 cute guys, in their boxers, on a bench.


Ya know, there's benches ALL over around here! Why, oh WHY, can't I see a similar sight on those benches???

POLT

Listening to "Money" by Pink Floyd

And as the illness comes again...

Man, last night, I was SO SICK! My neck, back, hips, knees, all the joints ached. My feet were like blocks of ice, and my hands were freezing too. I was chilled, probably shivering, and thought I might have a fever. I took a hot shower and went to bed. I read a short bit and then turned out the light and wrapped up in the blankets. I was laying on my side, headache pounding in addition to all the other things I mentioned, and I was thinking that maybe I was getting th flu. How much would THAT suck? I mean, the flu in and of itself sucks, but I was supposed to work today, and then I'm the only one in my department on Saturday, and I have to go in Monday to work as well. I could NOT get the flu! I managed to drift off to sleep.

I woke up a little after 3:00am, and felt absolutely perfectly fine. I have NO idea what it was that I had...I'm just damn glad it went away. And then about 5:30, i woke up to find all the covers shoved off of me and I was laying on my cold bed in my cold room buck-screaming-naked. Although that last part really has nothing to do with the rest of this post.

POLT

Listening to "In The Flesh" by Pink Floyd

Some boys kiss me, some boys hug me (Part 112)...

Frenching Fridays







POLT Oil: 96.27 (+.47); Gas: 3.03 (+.05)

Listening to "Come Into My World" by Kylie Minogue

Thursday, December 27, 2007

Those words, whispered in your ear (Part 20)...

Word Of The Day
These all come from http://www.urbandictionary.com.

voluntold

voluntold: The exact opposite of volunteering. Always used in reference to an unpleasant task to which you have been assigned by your boss.

Example 1:Co-worker 1: I hear you got a transfer.
Co-worker 2: Yeah. I didn't want to, but I was voluntold.
Example 2:Co-worker 1: You want to go fishing Saturday???
Co-worker 2: I can't, I got voluntold I have to work this weekend.

POLT

Listening to "Another Brick In The Wall, Part Three" by Pink Floyd

Come back home with the loot...

And this, this is the loot I got this Christmas!


Of course, this doesn't include the credit card mom paid off for my birthday/Christmas...that was by far the biggest present I got!

All in all, not a bad take, eh?

POLT

Listening to "Once In A Lifetime" by The Talking Heads

Lookin' to unite, put you knuckleheads together...

This comes from Scott over at http://billinexile.blogspot.com/, a spot you really don't want to visit if you're under 18, or easily offended by gay sex and such. Nonetheless, Scott also frequently has spot-on political comments there, that most recent, I've posted below. The quote is reprint worthy itself, but Scott's comment on it is just exactly what needs to be said right now, and exactly how I feel about things.

"Even now, it's better for your reputation not to have noticed until, say, 2005 that we had some dangerous people running the country. If you noticed earlier - or, worse yet, you caught on to the administration's essential mendacity right from the beginning - it's not a sign that maybe you had good judgment. It shows that you were an irrational Bush hater."

Paul Krugman commenting upon the fact that although there were people who never bought the lie{s} many of those who did still refuse to admit they were Wrong About Everything and instead try to shift the focus away from themselves and their abject fucking stupidity through the use of smoke and mirrors.

Listen, I know I've harshed on Bush supporters in the past and if you got snookered by Bushco in 2000 it's OK. Shit happens as Don Rumsfeld once opined. Although I guess he said "stuff happens".

And if you were so pathetically dim that in 2004 you still drank the Kool-Aid or somehow thought it important to support THIS president during a time of war even with all the facts about these people being pretty much in by then, well, so long as you admit the error of your ways like an adult and endeavor to pay closer attention in the future then I'm fine with letting bygones be bygones. You don't even have to publicly confess that there were those of us who were Right All Along. See, I'm big that way.

But if you're so intractable that after seven years you're still unable or unwilling to admit your complicity in the single greatest disaster to befall this nation since Reconstruction and believe that Bush hatred is irrational, well then, you should have your voting privileges revoked and be forced to undergo sterilization because you're too fucking stupid to be trusted with the franchise and God knows what kind of mouth breathing flipper babies might result from your coupling.

Scott

I wish I could write things like that. Amen, brother man, Amen.

POLT Oil: 95.80 (+1.32); gas: 2.98 (+.03)

Listening to "Paradox" by The Church

Undress me, will I look like a fool (Part 89)...

Once more it's time for...


Os has given us one more assignment, a theme for the last HNT of the year. Its supposed to be My Favorite HNT of the ones I've posted all year. Well, that's kidna difficult, cause I don't really know that I HAVE a favorite. But what I'll do is re-post the photo that all of YOU liked the best. It would be THIS one:


This one got 22 comments, more comments than any otehr HNT post all year. I assume more comments means you liked it more (unless they're negative comments, but I'm not going to that subject). And actually i do like it a bit myself.

To see what others have chosen as thier own personal favorites, check here.

POLT

Listening to "The Bomb!" by The Bucketheads

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

I gave to you, this holiday is over....

Well, the Christmas festivities are at an end. This is my weekend:

Friday night, at about 930, I got a call from a friend who had had a huge fight with his girlfriend, and he couldn't stay at their place and asked me to come pick him up. I drove the 45 minutes to get him, and back, and then we talked a bit before he fell asleep on the couch and I went to bed. I set the alarm for 5:45 the next morning, because I had to get ready and then drive him to a friend's house before I got to work at 7:00. Surprisingly, i made it on time.

Work wasn't too bad, it was actually quite relaxed, which is the way i like Satrudays. At 300 I got off work and came home, took a half hour nap, then got ready, and took my gifts to my mom's house, loaded up the car, drove to get my grandmother, added her stuff to the mix, and then drove half an hour to my Uncle's house where were having the family Christmas...and got thier a little after 500.

This was my mom's family, and this was kind of a momentous occasion. All the time I was growing up, my mom, her sister, her two brothers and all thier families would go to my grandparent's on Christmas Eve where we'd exchanged gifts and such. My grandfather died in 1998. And then sometime in 1999, there was this HUGE falling out between my one uncle and the other uncle and my aunt. My mom, smartly, stayed neutral through it all, but there was a split and neither side would talk to the other. Mom, Dad and I got invited to both sides for Christmas and such, since we hadn't taken a side.

Well, my dad's death, I think, opened some eyes amongst the family. There were all there at the funeral and afterwards at my mom's house. And because of that, I think, overatures were made and the lone uncle and his family came to the big family get-together Satruday night. it was great to see everyone together again (well, except for dad, obviously). We opened gifts going in age from youngest to oldest. I was a little after halfway through. And when i sat in the "big chair" I said "Before I start, I just want to say that it's great seeing everyone here together tonight. And I hope this is something that continues on a regular basis." On the way home, Mom thanked me for that, because she wanted to say it too, but didn't think she could. And in fact, she started crying as she said even that to me. So this was the first year in 8 years that we ALL had been there at Christmas. And it made for a good time. I don't think the uncles and the sister were all that friendly towards each other, but at least they were all there, ya know? And that's what matters.

Anyways, after that, we came home, and I watched the end of the Dallas Cowboys game (they WON! And with the Packers loss on Sunday, that means they get home field advantage throughout the playoffs! Whoo-Hoo!) And then I went to bed.

Sunday, mom, grandma and I went over to the lone uncles hosue for lunch, and to watch my lil cousin Cam open his gifts. That was an entertaining afternoon...I posted a few very short movies of Cam a few days ago from that day. In the evening, I came home and Johnnie came down. Haven't seen him since the end of summer, that weekend that Freddie was down too. Johnnie and I ate pizza and watched football, and talked all the issues of the day. Which is just what I love doing with him.

Monday, I went to work. It was a busy but not hectic day. And I got everythign done early, so I just left at 2:30 instead of 4:00. Screw it, it was Christmas Eve, ya know? I stopped and got a 12 inch sub for mom and me. She said she was going to church, but she'd be back after 7:00 (I think i mentioned some of this stuff earlier, but bear with me). So at 7:00, i went over, she came back from church and we ate the sub and talked and stuff. And then a bit after 8:00, we settled in to watch "It's A Wonderful Life", which was the first time all the way through for both of us. And then I came home, and went tobed.

I got to her place on Christmas about 10:00 am. the house was filled with the smells of her cooking: the turkey, the stuffing, the potatoes (mashed AND sweet) the corn, the homemade bread she was baking. It was outstanding. We exchanged gifts. In addition to paying off my credit card for both my birthday AND Christmas, she got me the Star Trek ornament I get every year, a desk calendar of the stupidest saying ever, and an "I Love Lucy" lunchbox that she filled with chocolate covered caramel bars! YUM!

I got her the GPS system I mentioned before, an electronic Soduku game, and a calendar. I made it online, and it's got photos of her and dad throughout the years, from thier inital dating in 1958, through thier proms, marriage, baby shower, and then trips they took. She opened it and cried. but they she wiped her eyes and looked through it. She really liked. In fact, when anyone came in, that's what she showed them right away. And later when she went to visit people, she took that with her. I'm glad. I was a bit worried that it might upset her too much. But I don't think so.

Then, my grandma, uncle and his wife came over for lunch. And it was just out of this world, as usual. She is SUCH a great cook. We ate ourselves full, cleaned up, and then retired to the living room to talk. The living room hot from the wood stove. Well, the food and the warmth was too much for me, I was falling asleep. So instead, I went upstairs and took a 1.5 hour nap. When i went down, there were all still there, so we all talked some more. Eventually, they left, mom went to visit some other relatives, and i came home, and hung out here not doing too much of anything.

This morning, I got up and went to have lunch with two girls that I went to school with Shawn and Dawn. this was the second time this year we did so, we kinda reconnected this year after they found me online. Anyway, Shawn had a gift certificate for me, and Dawn had two different pairs of Superman boxers. Did we laugh? I didn't bring them any gifts, so I just bought their meals, and everything seemed balanced out.

After this, mom and I went shopping. I got next year's Christmas cards (for half price) and a vacuum cleaner. I don't know how often I'll use it, but I figured after living here for 10 years, it's probably time I actually got one. We shopped at Target and the Outlets stores, avoiding the mall and Wal-Mart at this time, although we'll probably hit those later on. then i hung out at her house, talking and stuff, and we ate leftovers (funny, isn't it, how turkey tastes better the day after?), and then i left and came back home, and here I am.

All in all, a pretty good holidays, considering all that's happened this fall.

POLT

Listening to " Pride And Joy" by Stevie Ray Vaughn

Cut thier hair short, wear shorts and boots (Part 29)...

Wife-Beater Wednesday





POLT Oil: 94.48 (+1.49); Gas: 2.95 (+.01)

Listening to "What's So Funny Bout Peace, Love And Understanding" by Elvis Costello

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

A Merry Christmas too all, and to all a good night...

Merry Christmas








POLT Oil: 92.99 (-); gas: 2.94 (-.01)

Listening to the silence of Christmas morning, before I go to mom's.

An utterance, information, don't mince words (Part 75)...

TMITuesdays
These come from http://tmituesday.blogspot.com/.
And since I haven't gone to bed yet, I figured I might as well answer them now.

1. What is your favorite holiday memory from when you were a kid? Putting up the Christmas tree each year. Every year, it seems, something happened that pissed dad off and made him swear, and it was usually something stupid that made mom and I laugh and laugh.
2. What is the "naughtiest" thing you have ever done under a Christmas tree? Um...peeked inside some of the wrappings of the gifts? I've never really 'done' anything under a tree....yet.
3. On a scale of 1-10, how "good" were you this year? 5...even though I'd like to say a 7...and even though a 3 is probably more accurate.

4. How long have you been playing TMI? Regularly? Well, this is the 75th week that I've played it, so that takes up back into the summer of 2006...and regularly every week I play.
5. What is the most embarrassing thing that happened to you this year? When my father was bedridden in the 10 days before he died, I was watching him one Sunday when mom was at church, and he had to pee. I had to get his pants and diaper down in the front and hold the urinal for him. It was awkward and embarrassing for both of us. cause really, there is no reason for a grown man to see his father's penis. *Awkward Robot Dance*
Bonus (as in optional):Tell us a secret from your past that you would share during a "Nobody in this room knows this about me" ice-breaker. Whether alone or with someone else, at least once, I have had a orgasm at every place of employment I have worked.

Merry Christmas to one and all.

POLT

Listening to the silence of the Christmas Morning

Monday, December 24, 2007

How sweet and wonderful life can be, yeah...

I had to work today. I wore my brand new tie: bright red with big Christmas light decorating it.


It wasn't until I was actually putting it on this morning that I realized there was a thingee in the tie's bottom that, when pressed, played Jingle Bells. *SIGH* Cheesier than I thought. Work itself wasn't that bad, it rarely is on holidays. Today was a holiday, so there was a limited staff, and no administration....that always makes a good day. And I left at 2:45 instead of 4:00...again, always a good day when that happens.

After work, i stopped and got a sub for mom and I. I took it to her house and hung out there a bit. She was going to church at 6:00, to return at 7:00, and probably wouldn't be hungry until then. I told I wouldn't be either, so we agreed to eat then.

I came back here and fooled around for a few hours online, as I'm known to do. Then i returned to her place, and we ate the sub and then talked for a bit. While looking in the guide, she asked if I had ever seen "It's A Wonderful Life." I had never seen the whole thing in one sitting, but pretty much ever year, I see some parts of it. She said pretty much the same thing. She said it was on TV tonight 8-11. It was already 8:15, but we decided to watch it anyway.


It was the first time all the way through for both of us. Not a bad movie, actually. Angel tired out from all the excitement as you can see below.


I offered to stay the night, as this would be her first alone...ever. She said she didn't care, whatever I wanted to do. i told her I didn't want to stay for me, but I'd stay for her if she wanted me to. She said she was just going to stuff the turkey and then go to bed, so there wasn't any real reason for me to stay. After making sure she was okay, I came home and posted this.

So, to all the regular Palace readers down to the first time visitor, I wish you all a very VERY Merry Christmas tomorrow!!!

POLT

Listening to "Is That You Santa Claus?" by Louis Armstrong

Precious, a gift to you...

This is to each and every one of you.



From me, your Uncle Polt. Merry Christmas.

POLT

Listening to "Hung Up" by Madonna

You're wantin my body, I don't mind (Part 126)..

MONDAY'S HOT SHIRTLESS GUYS PHOTOS

This week's theme: COWBOYS (or at least cowboy hats).













POLT Oil: 92.99 (+.29); Gas: 2.95 (+.01)


Listening to "Pump It Up" by Elvis Costello