something is rotten in Groton...

Gallery of souls...

Uh oh! What have you done without the latest additions to our collective carol? Well, this weekend has been beyond thrilling and has provided inspiration for the next three verses. Here they are:

The fifth verse is the most important. On friday Nick and I may or may not have mentioned onstage that we have only FIVE shows left... So, I give you: Five shows left!

The sixth verse is a tribute to the two strangers who took it upon themselves to manually examine my posterior at the Gold Caberet strip club last night. (It is, you see, right across the street from our hotel.) The first assault occurred while I was simply enjoying the fantastically amazing and mostly naked ladies that were hanging from the ceiling: A group of people walked by me and as they passed I felt a light, but unmistakeable spank. I turned around in shock to see what I can only assume was a gigantic lesbian enjoying me as she walked away. She made it to the door as I stood there laughing and then blew me a kiss and disappeared into the night. Score! Since she was gone, I figured my prospects for the evening were pretty much caput, so I turned my attention back to the stage. Just then, a small man in a fedora came over and stood next to me. He waited long enough for me to acknowledge him and then he simply placed his right hand on my left ass cheeck. It was then that I realized it is not wise to stray from your gay dates at strip clubs. Tell your children. In acknowledgement of this, my first night being mistaken for a stripper, I ask you to sing along with me: Whose hand is that?!

Finally, as I was unpacking the wigs the other day I noticed that they look a bit like a memorial...a memorial to our souls. Verse seven: "Where is my soul?"

I look forward to growing a new soul starting at noon on Saturday.
peace on earth. good will towards strippers. seriously.

nick misplaced his soul quite a while ago...