This is pretty fucking cool. I'm turned on by him in the manner of bass players.

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And speaking of bass, you are all pretty much aware that Jethro is a tit man. That's his thing. But I have found the one event for which he will ignore the most powerful bosoms on earth.

The Bassmaster Classic.

I'm sure it is no accident they call this event the "Bassmaster" Classic. The joke is too obvious. A bunch of men catching fish and humping the sides of their boats when they feel the fish are big enough to warrant a primitive display of virility. I've even seen them wiggle their tongues lewdly, both fish and pelvises thrust outward, and inform the camera that they "like them some of that."

Despite the lack of subtlety, I have to wonder whether these fellows are really in on the joke or not. Or perhaps I'm just reading too much into it.

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So Jethro and I had a very interesting weekend. We went out Saturday night to our friends' bar. If you click on the link, go click on the pictures. Jen took them.

Sometimes I get the feeling I shouldn't be allowed in public. I can get pretty crude when I've been drinking. Yes, I know. You don't have to tell me. After the bar, we went to a tittie bar called Treasures. I won't give them a link because they sucked. The personell were rude, the dancers were skanky, and the patrons were psychotic. We left pretty quickly. We're not exactly setting out to go to tittie bars though. We had a friend in the army who wanted to go. And since he is very likely to be sent to Afghanistan, we said we'd go with him so he didn't spend too much money. Yeah. That's it.

Sunday, we were dying, but we went to meet Sam and his gorgeous wife AT Lupe Tortillas. They're both hot. I instantly felt fat and moist. It didn't help that I had been drinking all night and the crystal deodorant I use because I don't want breast cancer was failing wildly. But they were a fun couple with a great sense of humor and I really enjoyed meeting them. I hope to see them again when I've lost 10 lbs and I'm not steeped in my own alcoholic perspiration. Maybe at Blogmeet 2006?