There was much talk, and it was decided that it just wasn’t Boob Month without a visit from ol’ P.G. and her most valuable assets. There was also much talk about the delicate rendering of said assets, and if I may say, they are spectacular.

All right, so one of the drawbacks to this whole “updating more” thing is that it will inevitably reveal how uninteresting my life is. Normally, I can squeeze (or fake) at least a couple interesting things out of my life over the course of a week. Now that there’s an extra post though? I got nuthin’.

I can tell you this though, when the question of “what should I write about?” was posed to those to follow my Twitter feed, I got “The uni-boobed lady from Kung-Pow: Enter The Fist?” via @wolfblaze, and “Take comfort that I joined the USMC instead of College” from @DocNasty.

I seriously couldn’t love you guys more if I tried.

Anyway, I should tell you that this weekend I am attending one hell of a Bachelor party. A good friend of mine is getting hitched, and the insanity and debauchery that is to follow is going to be worthy of remembrance in song. I’m talking “tell your Grandkids” kind of stuff. It’s going to be unreal. I promise I’ll fill you guys in (if it’s fit to print – OOOOOOOH Man!!!).

Hey you know what else is funny? I’ve had this Championship Belt for a long time now and not a single person has asked why.