Friendship, Derby and Pomeranis

My very cool and beloved friend Kate took a side trip to Savannah this past weekend to visit me while she was in the ATL for a conference.

Kate and I go way back.
To a time when the hair was big, curly and shiny...

That's right. We had Jersey Mall Hair while living in the Mid Ohio Valley. So what? We were cool.

And we still are.

We had ourselves a friggin blast at the season's first bout of the Savannah Devils Roller Derby Girls, starring my personal friend, Sinner G. Not to mention a local band I really liked, Hot Pink Interior. Yeah, I think they mean VAGINA.

At any rate...Kate, Christian and I did the typical Savannah tourist things while she was here, like eating at the Nipple-Tweaking-SoHo Cafe.

We also engaged in deep, stimulating conversation that generated some very important questions.

In the last 24 hours, I was able to find the answer to one of the particularly daunting questions we found ourselves asking about life...and Kate...this one's for you, Chick...

(I know, I know, I had to old back tears, too)


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You found the Pomeranusâ„¢! Brilliant!

I'll put the paperwork through and once registered people will pay us to use the term. Blond's eye of the storm will be famous...The Famous Pomeranusâ„¢.

Fuck me! The ideas just don't stop!


c'mon

Okay, look at your picture (the one taken this past weekend, not the one in 1993)

then scan to the picture DIRECTLY below it. You're saying there isn't a SLIGHT resemblance between you and the nipple-pincher?


No, but next time I see you

I plan to tweak YOUR nipple.
Jerk.