Friday, September 23, 2005
This is a picture of Craig and me way earlier this summer at the Vu.
Speaking of clubs, I am never going to SoCo, no matter how many times I am harassed by Eric, you Mexican-cake-blog queen. Supposedly they are way uptight. They are a gay club (albeit in the middle of Missouri) and they won't even let you take off your shirt. How ron-dank-u-lous! Craig blames the rule on angry lesbians, but, as I have been reminded lately, gays have become the new straight. Dressing like frat boys, having commitment ceremonies, and making up retarded puritanical restrictions on other people's freedoms. That's right. As I recall from sleeping through AP US History in High School, the freedom to be topless is somewhere in the bill of rights.