Hahahahaha. So here you go everyone, please welcome Baron! Drinking a frosty brew, foot through a hula hoop and a trucker-hat on his penis. (PS - I love the way the lens is flaring off of the mirror in the background making it look like Tinkerbell is sitting on his beer-swilling, penis-hat-holding shoulder!)
Then Baron decided to up the ante and make his steep I Keep a Diary debut even steeper - that's right, the undies came off. So, um, yeah. Here's Baron, at 12:08pm in the afternoon on a Tuesday, buck-naked in Sarah's living room cracking open a fresh brewski, while I'm snapping photos, Sarah's hysterically laughing, and Greg the Boyfriend (remember him!?) is trying to hide from my camera (not wanting to be seen in the room) and trying to not make accidental eye contact with Baron's wang.
So Baron grabbed a nearby hula hoop and started doing some sort of crazy, gyrating exotic I'm-in-my-undies hula dance in front of Sarah who was laughing so hard she started crying.
Later that afternoon back at Sarah's apartment (my temporary home for the summer) I had the pleasure of meeting one of Sarah's friends that had recently moved to NYC from California. His name was Baron and right when I met him he was like "I like your web site. What do I have to do to get on it?" I was like "Uh, nothing. Just hang out. I'm sure you'll end up in some pics." He was like, "Nah, I don't want to be in the background. I want some prime time pics. What if I do some crazy shit? Will you take pics of it?" Me: "Suuuuuure!" Without a moment's hesitation, Baron stripped down to his undies. I was like "Yeah, so you're in your undies. Now what?"
