there were two great debates this weekend: one, as we all know, started thursday, featuring two old white men, that kept most of america buzzing through tonight. the other, a mystery unfolding this very morning in a posh philadelphia hotel suite among five very stylish gay men as they ate donuts and playfully insulted each other and reminisced about the night before. the mystery? did clizzay drunkenly pee on tim-tation the previous night as they (drunkenly...again, drunkenly) shared the pull out sofa? physical evidence says no. no stained sheets. no peculiar smell. but an outside witness as well as the victims fierce determination to bring about justice say otherwise.
all this and more (including a real live like, "now you have to pay me" kind of whore, one hot bartender--no, not me--, two nipple lickers, a desparate plea to suck a fat man's dick, and food. lots and lots of food.) it's the 2nd annual Jack and Clay's Philadelphia Birthday Bash!
stay tuned. me needs to recover.
11:50:41 PM 
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