Operation WELL HUNG
2002-12-27 . 11:08 p.m.

Foxy Chicks.

Yes. You heard me right. I said Foxy Chicks. Damn you! Damn you all! How dare you be foxy in places where I am not currently situated!

Frank Sinatra is on right now. He's "Swingin' on a Star" and damn it, I'm in a dancin' mood. I need a club that plays Frank Sinatra and allows me to dress in a Rat Pack stylee and drink copious amounts so that I can go sing and dance and shake my thang.

I'm chain drinking beer and will soon be in a state once described by Plato as "quite pissed indeed". It's right good fun. So, anyway, I didn't go out tonight. I'm going to leave that until next week when I have paid my rent and bills and stuff and know how much I have left. Plus I'm giving Unca Fwetch some money for his recon in February before the fully fledged invasion of the US currently known as Operation : WELL HUNG (at least until I come up with another tragically inappropriate acronym).

It looks like I will be leading Operation : WELL HUNG in summer next year and Fletch will be my scout beforehand. What I would like is a show of hands, both from my readers and Fletch's who think we should come visit them and why. We shall probably have about two weeks for the both of us and so we will be flitting from place to place like two flitty things. Flit! Flit!

I have about 6 months to save up plus my birthday in between so I reckon I can conjure up about $1,600 (not including airfair and stuff). This will allow me to come to the US and drink a fair amount of your wafer-thin beer and attend a couple of quality topless bars in addition to boring stuff like maybe eating...

As Terrence Stamp says in The Limey -

"Tell them I'm coming. Tell them I'm f*cking coming!"

Stay tuned - WELL HUNG will be updated with a schedule and stuff.