if you know nicky p. you should also know how funny this is

woke up to this

DUNNYT LIST CONTINUED

scariest past hookup

summer in SF, '08. ok so this dude was from the south and was pretty good at... what he did. now he's a minister for a southern church. what the FUCK. im glad he's found his way, but man o man what a long way it was. im not disclosing any information for privacy purposes, but he's pretty high-profile.


weird right

i like

the view from middle school

is half funny half grim

i feel like im 14

its stuck in my head. get it out before it becomes the summer jam/chuchu's second comeup

eww

me graduating

muh incumpleeyyt duhnnitz lyst

spring in NY, '08 (it was a bacchanalia thing). two words: BETTERASFRENZ.



hahahahaa turned YOU out. fall in SF, '02 (the one on the right obviously)



spring in london, '09. borderline anime. in his bed i could hear wild foxes mating.



summer in NY, '09. one of the better times. its that cancer/leo dynamic, you know? (he's on the left)



HAHAHA TURNED YOU OUT TOO. now uz just a scurred little closetcase. summer in SF, '07.



spring in london, '09. babybear. we had it sweet. (on the right)



first real boyfriend, fall in NY, '06. we lived right next door to each other. really nice guy.



ok i admit it. it happened. something like spring in SF, '04, back when every guy was still afraid of gay



spring in NY, '10 (aka a couple of weeks ago) met him at metropolitan in bk the same night i ran into tiff from sota. cute picture.



summer in SF, '08. i thought him a keeper. seriously- he seemed like the coolest dude ever. i didn't realize how a dude like that could be single. then he called me an immigrant.



spring in london, '09. i should've left that one a mystery



pride boyfriend '08. he was also a leo. he lived in the burbs and smoked me out. but then, post-fuck he poured ice water all over me as a joke. but it wasn't funny. i mean, it was ice water and i was high, you know? he was like "why you bein such a little bitch about it?" and i was like "because you just poured ice water all over me..." so in the morning i did it back and then he started cussing and i was like "awwww are you cold? why you gotta be a little bitch about everything?"



spring in NY, '07. one of those freshman year things. now we're besties.



winter in SF '09. Then he came to NY in spring '10. i'm not going to say anything about that.




summer in NY, '09. we always had it sweet. but you live in PHILLY and i live in NY.




summer in SF, '08 (it was a busy summer). he was okay, just kinda boring. just kinda burby. just kinda... a real estate salesman?



TO BE CONTINUED

tattoo ideas/tattoo things

he's hot and his tats rule



this is pretty real as well



ive been wanting something that means "complete" or "full"

farting around

so i've seen a lot of these pics just through, you know, being gay. i haven't decided if i'm offended, creeped out or aroused. who the FUCK draws them? where the hell do they come from? oh mama, that's what i'd really like to know.



also, i love my friends. and the weirdest thing is i told bug (last comment) i wanted to fuck him once and then he wrote that. i dont understand life sometimes, though im trying. and also, two weeks post-slc, the goggles are finally completely off, and DAMN does the past look ugly.

by the way, this is my new york tat. miss you.

my little social experiment

i'm really hoping there are others out there.

sometimes huffpost is too hip for me

a joke my mom sent me

12 Italian Priests

Twelve Italian priests were about
to be ordained.
The final test was for them to line
up in a straight row, totally nude,
in a garden while a sexy, beautiful,
big breasted, nude model danced
before them.
Each priest had a small bell attached
to his weenie, and they were told
that anyone whose bell rang when
she danced in front of them would
not be ordained because he had not
reached a state of spiritual purity.
The beautiful model danced before
the first candidate with no reaction.
She proceeded down the line with
the same response from all the
priests until she got to the final
priest, Carlos.
Poor Carlos. As she danced, his
bell began to ring so loudly that it
flew off, clattering across the
ground and laid to rest in
nearby foliage.
Embarrassed, Carlos quickly
scrambled to where the bell came
to rest. He bent over to pick it up...
and all the other bells started to ring.