The Hotdog Hideaway

Furburgers for Life. I guess you had to be there. Two friends of ours chant this from time to time in revelry of sisterly love, and since I was was present when the phrase was coined I am now an honorary member. That might be because of my obvious penchant for bi women, but I might be reading a little too much into it. In any event, the implications of their bisexuality is most certainly only window dressing, unfortunately. Still it is always fun to participate in the the official club's chant and dance. Friday night we had a little impromptu party at our house after we were celebrating Toolbox's b-day at the ballpark. We had gotten executive box seats and had gotten a little stewed, so the next step was inviting all our friends over to our house to drink our booze. Anyway, Balke was not fully aware of their girly ruses, so he was getting a excited about seeing what he thought was them making out. Hilarious, but a little akward.

On the topic of furburgers, here is a the latest submission to James Randi regarding a woman who claims to posess paranormal abilities where she can make men buy her hamburgers. For those of you who don't know James Randi, he set up a foundation to offer anyone one million dollars for anyone who can feasibly prove the existence of supernatural forces.