Wings

Wings
Another bee to be has started his own blogspot people - feel free to stroke his wings and welcome his pollen encrusted ass to the hive...

Working? Day Off? Bored? No Social Life?

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If the answer to any (or more you sad meries) of the above is yes have a titter over at this site I found by accident while browsing through very important mature stuff that adults do for work and things...
Ahem.
http://www.airtoons.com/home.php - should prove fun next time you're on a plane.
Random, but worthy B xXx

Link

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I'm subtley telling you to visit here: http://stroponstoke.blogspot.com
Press it.
Go on.
Left a bit.
You know you want to...

Beach Party!!!

Wings: March 2005

Oh yes. You read rright. In the swealtering heat of a March evening in Keele, yours truly garbed up in flourecent yellow shorts (shibby), a manga shirt, manastacia shades (2 times in one week!) and green vest for the ultimate totty fest of a gathering. After a very personal invite from Wheel (ie, none at all I invited myself) I geared up to the tunes of students nationwide. Show me the way to Amarillo, Grease, Dirty Dancing, Build Me Up Buttercup and Take That (yes, TAKE THAT) were just a couple of the ones I shaked my pants to. Cocktails of the ReefWkdVkSmirnoffice variety flowed aplenty as well as the odd goldshlager (ick0 and pink tequila. This place has GAY drinks. The university had even been kind enough to import a bit of ocean to ride a surfboard on - think bucking bronco meets bouncy castle. Much shimmying later (it was fucking roasting in there) with Wheel's missus Sarah and Martin (baywatch baby) we were cast into the night piss wet thru and not best dressed for it. After being dared to do a stint of flashing and bein forced to pee in public (don't tell me ma) we piled into taxi's for proposed bacon butties - but my common sense kicked in, as well as the tequila repeat breath so a hasty retreat brought me back home playin with my pussy (cat) and harrassing the wifey on the phone - the pure evil of landlines! The lesson... Go to more dirty student parties half nekkid!

I'm a closet blogger...

Like the bastard love child of Stella and Stroponstoke, the Wings have been spread (among other things). Yes people, I've landed here just for your entertainment. So stop looking at me like that and lets get going...
SF05 was amazing. The singing. The smiles. The camel toe. All was just blissful in the working mens club of 'Mardi Gras' in fancy Blackpool Town. Bees, queers and princesses alike made their pilGRIMage over the weekend of the 18th for merriment and mirth with our Stella. Highlights included a SJP poncho session outside 'Val Stella' (with matching red accessories and manastasia shades), a moist ridden session on a floatin menagerie (whose hand is this?) and the usual knee bruising, whiplash inducing, skull pounding rides that the Pleasure Beach can provide.
Throw in a few choice sayings (RICE, & PEA + Death has a plan...), a new pose or three for the cameras and a little large vodka or five and you got the best Stellafest this young innocent has taken witness to.
Bring on SF06!!!

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