...and we teamed up for this incredibly hot photo. (I don't know if you know this, but I'm going to let you in on a huge secret: WE ARE HUGE FUCKING DORKS.)
Um, yeah. Then apparently I dressed up in a pair of Leigh's (??) jeans and a vest that Mayim Bialik must have left at the apartment that time she stopped by to hang out after she'd finished a taping of Blossom.
Somwhere along the line, Jonas said it was his birthday wish to take shirtless photos with me. Timmy took my camera, and Jonas got my shirt off faster than a fatgirl can unwrap a Twix. Here's me trying to hide my giant boner by acting uncomfortable.
Turns out I had to let him kiss me (but hey he didn't saying anything about me having to kiss him back! Yay, loopholes). So I stood totally frozen with my mouth (and eyes, apparently) wide-open while he frenched me. Hahaha. I look shell-shocked.
London being London, it started raining just a few minutes after we got off the tube. We looked around for umbrellas and these were the only ones we could find. "Haaaaaaaaaaaay!"
What, you don't believe me? See those two smoking hot, blonde hula girls? Yeah, that's right! They got so hot and bothered by my karaoke jam that right after i was done singing they took me in the bathroom and I totally got down with both of them! So who's gay now, huh? Huh?
Meanwhile, the rest of the gang continues our descent into behavior that will likely result in us never being able to look each other in the eyes again. Check me out full-on cupping J.Lasher's titty while simultaneously bringing Bibbins downtown on a Star Trek Voyage (bravely going where no man has gone before).
...and when that didn't get an immediate response, I upped the ante with "beefcake" version (check out Grant's sassy, coy lil' smile! Tee-hee!) ...and SHA-POW! It worked. Grant and I got the green light: we were going to become male strippers.
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