Sticky Social: NYGA\B Hit the Carbs, and Hard!

Mark-Douglas reporting on Sunday's social:

With bagelbread torpor, Doctor Eight induced what we all knew was the thick point of the night: a chancey session of bonding big-time, and the truthful sharing. I was given pen and pad, so I missed grooming and shapes made in the conference room, legs wide open. Casey gave a prompt and, not least, crass report on his fund-raising efforts at local watering holes. The children of tomorrow have to wait. Drunks've got all the cash!

On the physical half of things, the spread was all cream and cream accepting treats. Ogden was remanded for focusing on televised sports, and negged his chance for Tasting Tradition on that day I can tell you. Ogden that bloody bitch we glued him up and glued him good. Your glasses are your least problems such sad and runny things will come from inside of you, bud humper. Eat crank and die Ogden, and where's the spirit Doctor Eight called out your name for?

Back to the grill again. Emphases were placed heavily and heartily on hygienic washing, and watching weight. We happily acknowledge the round pipes and the safety of our vehicles out front. In conclusion, the meeting was mighty and pleasure though last in turn, was not least appreciated by all except the badly behaved.

My thanks to Doctor Eight for this submission. Fuck your insides S.T.A.L.L.I.O.N. from the juniors, but we don't understand your bottom line. Everyone's got the length to learn: Why did you break our hearts?

We will heal.

Happy Tuesday!
Mark-Douglas Kenner, NYGA\B