Before homelessness, before pimping, before Pavel’s endless kisses and Marek’s endless drama, there was Miki and our endless drinking. I first met Miki at the station although I can’t remember who facilitated it. Possibly he came up to me or possibly I was in one of my bolder moods and talked to him directly. He […]
Did I really suck the big, beautiful brown dick of that average-looking gypsy guy with the awful mullet? In the toilet? Twice? And then go back out into the room and tongue Milan, the skinhead gypsy I’ve had a crush on for months? Did I really turn down the reciprocal blow job? What was wrong with me?
Myslím, že jsem něco chytil od barmana v U Rudolfa, nejlepší gay hospodě na světě.
Muselo se to stát v jeden z těchto dnů: Pohlavně přenosné nemoci! Číst dál "
This story has gone on too long; I need to get past it. George and I go to Rudolfa. He sees a young, femmy guy at a table, who’s a bartender from Pinocchio. His hair’s elaborately gelled and I swear I remember a hair clip of some kind but that’s probably just me being catty.
I was hanging out in Rudolfa hopefully waiting to meet up with a reader of this blog when I noticed a cute young guy, in a skater-plaid shirt, brown buzzcut with red highlights and baggy jeans, seriously cruising me from across the room. He was smiling and every once in a while, would lift his heavy
Met up with a blog reader, an exceedingly cool, and actually kinda’ cute [I’m hedging so as not to embarrass him] guy from Holland, who proceeded to get me drunker than I already was, having imbibed four Staropramens at Jen’s massive, vaulted flat while pigging out on KFC’s Piknik Menu and watching Billy Wilder’s so-so Sabrina with a young Audrey
I got drunk on my own for the first time in a long time thanks to yet another influx of cash from my guardian angel, Craig. Where else did I go but U Rudolfa? The bar was decked out in tacky Christmas decorations (no Santas, thankfully) and the Xmas lights created a much better mood
A rather small piece at that — sorry, Igor — but a tasty one anyway. As I usually do when I get money, I gathered up some of my favorite boys and invited them to a beer blow-out at U Rudolfa. Igor and his Slovakian friends had already gotten me rather tipsy with cheap Tesco
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