Blogging will be light this weekend. I got summoned to central Texas to dance at a bachelorette party on Friday night. It got wild--Girls Gone Wild to be precise. To make a long story short, I don't think the wedding is going to happen. Some dudes, perhaps the groom's friends, were none too happy about this. Dressed in dark suits and darker shades, and all sporting those annoying communications devices on their lapels (and in their ears), they took several shots at me. This is crazy. I'm now trying to evade them. I'm in some one-stop-light town called Crawford. If you're in the area, and see a guy in a purple g-string, a Lone Ranger mask, and a cowboy hat, please pick him up.

UPDATE: The wedding proceeded as planned. The bride's father is apparently a very powerful man, and those well-dressed men wearing sunglasses and sporting very powerful automatic weapons were his praetorian guard or something.

Uh...what?

Well here's the problem, there, jerky. You were supposed to go to Boca Raton.

You ARE the Renaissance man: Author, Conservative Speaker, Columnist, Blogger extraordinaire, and now we can add exotic male dancer for hire to the list!

Bet you hand glide and hunt Kodiak bear in Alaska as well.

You really need to warn us before posting links to pictures like that. Eeeeew.

You are good. I had to read this a couple of times before I realized it was a joke.

If this is a joke, I'll be pi$$ed! Especially with all the time I took to imagine Dan in a purple g-string.