This is how rumors get started.

Wearing: blue jammies
Eating: nuthin
Listening to: Violin Romance by Beethoven

Lastnight a troupe composed of Myself, Mikey, Spunki, Mack and The Maestro ventured to Blondie's house and became acquainted with a little thing in her backyard known as a swimming pool. It was great, but I had to borrow her little brother's shorts and a boob-enhancing top (not belonging to her little brother) so as not to get my clothes soaked... however, everyone on the bus still caught a gander of the pink panties which I was wearing underneath my white capris. Oh my.
We frolicked and splashed about in our merriment, forcing it upon The Maestro who was literally lifted up and thrown into the pool. (It was for the best.) There was much laughter and falling off the inflatable shark, casually mingled with a jovial round of Marco Polo. Then, together as one body connected by the smooth, fluid, chlorinated water of Guelph, we began to make a whirlpool! At first the atmosphere was lighthearted as we pranced one behind the other in slow motion around the circumference of the pool... then heart rates began to rise, and breathing grew harder as a result of our joyous labour. Things were getting physical. The water swirled faster and faster, the movement was free, natural, effortless - at once, hands grasped for the side of the pool! They clung to it with all their strength as the young men and women tried to resist their creation, but oh, no, the current was too mighty! Clothing was stripped off the young, tender flesh, and sucked into the giant whirlpool of love! The young people let go, surrendering themselves to their newfound freedom, allowing all inhibitions to be washed away! Warm bodies whirled against warm bodies, eyes exchanged fiery glances as fingertips slipped and slided against eachother in lust! Crys of passion rang through the night, summoning neighbors to come running - some with bibles, others with camcorders, and still others with bathing suits!! The young people were drunk with desire and gasping for breath, minutes rolled on but the raging whirlpool of passion would not subside!! Water dripped from eyelashes like salt-sweet tears, steam rose from their young exposed bodies as all was forgiven, and no one was denied. OH! Can you feel the love?!? Can you taste the passion!!? ...Can you smell the bullshit!??

Har, har! Sorry guys, just doing my best to ensure that everyone who reads my blog has a good ten years of therapy ahead of them. ;-)

p.s. Today is Mikey's birthday!

Cheers!!