raunchy european stuff

Hi guys,

First of all, I'm glad everyone's posting! I check it every time I come online... Boo on everyone leaving the bay, although I know it makes sense for everyone and their lives and becoming grown-ups and bla bla bla. I'm just selfish. Also Jules, I went to go see Harry Potter, too, while I was in Paris. I think everyone thought I was crazy because I was sitting by myself and overreacting to everything. I was just really happy that everything was in English - all I can say in French is hello, thank you, where's the bathroom, and i'm sorry I don't speak french, do you speak english? sigh.

So, I decided I'm going to post on here all of the stuff I don't really want to post on my blog that all of my relatives read - like going to dyke bars and stuff like that. I have a couple of good stories I'll tell later, but for now I wanted to post this picture that I thought at least those of you who lived in EBF would appreciate. It was in the Sex Museum in Barcelona, and I'm pretty sure it was titled "EBF Boys during a Dinnertime Discussion"