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"I won't put anything in my mouth that's less than 6 inches." - A drunk Dave Z |
A little Lilac Wine -- Go read PSX2.com! -- But, I'm going to ask you to take a break from the plunking of the munchkin while browsing my site and go give PSX2.com a read to see what my friend Sam Bishop has been busting his butt on of late. If you do it, I might even consider posting the porn video I recorded with my fuck buddy and her hot girlfriend. So why aren't you at PSX2.com yet?
Babe of the Week...end, part
II -- And now that your mind is all dirty, it's time to clean all the bad stuff out because this week's girl, the lovely Jadyn Maria, is a contemporary christian singer and you don't want any bad thoughts going around in that head of yours when thinking about her or you'll likely get struck down by lightning. Although, I guess I never really ever read much about peeps getting struck down by lightning in the bible, so maybe you'll be fine as long as you repent, ask for forgiveness or whatever. Livestrong Yellow Wristbands
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Jonathan to the rescue! -- Much to my surprise, I actually got a response! It was from a very cool guy named Jonathan that's been reading my shit since the IGN days and added me as a friend on MySpace. He recently broke up with his high school sweatheart and hadn't ever experienced the club scenes and wanted me to show him how it was done. Being desperate for someone to drink with so I wouldn't be the lonesome alcoholic, I agreed to let him party with me. Jonathan arrived at my place a little before 10PM, I started drinking (he can't drink, btw) and we headed out to Velvet Lounge in North Beach. Two words for ya -- Sausage Fest. I guess a LOT of people were out of town for Thanksgiving because the chicks were few and far between. I think there were literally 10 guys for each girl. Not so good. We pretty much just sat in one spot and chatted, while I drank a half dozen Jager and Red Bulls getting nice and plastered. We did a final walk before leaving to see if we could find bitches to talk to, I tried to get this group of four girls to dance with us, but I was shot down quickly, so we left. From there, we walked around a bit trying to decide where to go next and eventually ended up at the Condor Club. Again, it was pretty fucking empty and pretty devoid of women. So, again, we just sat waiting for some prey while I was again drinking up a storm. After a while, I had to take a piss, so I headed to the bathroom and drained the fluids for about five or so minutes. Upon leaving, I couldn't find my boy Jonathan, so I started walking around the place trying to find him. Lo and behold, I find the dude talking to some fine ass Swedish chick...but when he sees me, he leaves her side and comes to me! I fucked up his roll! I was so pissed...I really wished I had never found him. Later on we tried to talk to that girl and her friend, but they wanted nothing to do with us after he left her (and her friend just wasn't into me). Kind of bummed that I screwed up this guy's roll (I was way more pissed than he was for some reason), we decided to head next door to some strip club called Little Darlings because neither of us had ever really been. It was a very unique experience. We kind of sat in the back (it's cheaper that way!) and were cracking up at how the strippers mostly seemed NOT into what they were doing. A couple were even kinda on the fatty side of things and seemed angry at life. It wasn't all bad, however, as there were a few fine ones that seemed to at least fake being happy at what they were doing and were quite athletic on the stripper pole (for some reason them wiping down the pole before they each started made me laugh out loud). Anyway, I decided to wave one over after she was done to try and get Jonathan a lap dance, but he wouldn't take it... So, I decided I'd just get her to give me a lap dance. It was a fairly surreal experience. We were talking about such random things while she was rubbing her pussy and/or tits all over my face and putting my hands all over her ass. There's just something funny about talking about what the girl did for Thanksgiving while her pussy is all rubbing against my face. I think I stayed back there for something like 10 to 15 minutes and dropped several bills. Much cheaper to just get an escort! I'll probably never do it again, but I guess it's something that I'm glad I've experienced at least once. Oh, yeah, the chick's stage name is "Violet" and she was pretty hot...at least in my state of drunkeness. All-in-all, it was a pretty cool night given the circumstances. It's always a little weird meeting someone who's a "reader" of the website and even weirder to go out partying with him. It turned out much better than I expected. We even made a stop at Big Al's to pick up the 1 Night in Paris DVD that I needed to buy as a Christmas gift for this girl I know that's totally in love with Paris Hilton (this girl has also asked if she can borrow my mini-DV camera to film her and her girlfriend have sex...I'm trying to see if I can be the camera man!). Anyway, it was a very fun night. I gotta party with the "readers" more!
Happy Thanksgiving! -- Only 2 more states to go -- Although, I'm thinking it'll be a while before I can cross those two off my list because I can't really think of any good reasons to go to either place. If anyone knows, be sure to drop me an email -- all it'd really take is some hot chick in either locale willing to fuck me if I flew in for day.
Yeah, the DVDs and
a handheld -- In addition to the Will Ferrell flick, I'm also planning to pick up Feel The Magic for the Nintendo DS that I bought earlier in the week. Everyone who has played it has told me that it's the "shit". I guess it's kind of like Wario Ware in that it has a lot of mini-games and that a lot of them really make good use of the capabilities of the DS, like this one game where you use the mic to blow around a sail boat. I'm sure it'll be better than Mario is, which controls like complete shit with the d-pad, but is almost bearable with the stylus.
A big ass update -- The full story -- Trevor decided to back up the car, the door hit the guy who was standing there and then he proceeded to punch me in the face a half-dozen times. Some girl just started yelling, "just drive away" and that's what we did. So, basically, I got my face pounded because Trevor isn't too bright. Go ahead and pick a fight if I'm up and ready to get your back...not when I'm drunk, passed out, and not aware of what's going on... Oh, well, at least I have this cool battle scar and a fun story to share.
I got my ass kicked! --
Babe of the Week...end -- Even though she's only going to get a short reign at the top, it doesn't mean that this week's featured girl is lacking in any specific area. In fact, the lovely British sexpot, Jodie Marsh, is quite loaded in all the areas that count. Can you say titty fuck? Seriously, can you? I can't because I always start stuttering it and then cum in my pants whenever I try to. Maybe you'll have better luck. Partying in the East Bay
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Catching up on things -- Firstly, I've picked up four new DVDs since getting back from Orlando -- Shrek 2, Chronicles of Riddick, Dazed and Confused, and Aqua Teen Hunger Force Volume 3. The first because I've heard it's funny as shit (yep, haven't seen it yet). I got RiddicK because I thought it was an enjoyable enough movie to own, plus the chick in it is spankable. I went ahead and picked up Dazed and Confused because it's a fucking classic and because "That's what I love about these high school girls, man. I get older, they stay the same age." And, last but definitely not least, I got ATHF Vol 3. because Master Fucking Shake told me to! It's the shiznit and if you're cool, you'll buy it, too. In addition to the movies, I've also made a couple of videogame purchases. On Monday, I purchased a copy of Jak II for PlayStation 2. Yeah, the second one and not the new one. Love the series, but it falls under my Budget Dave plan where I wait until it drops below the magical $20 price point. Then just yesterday, I went out and actually paid full price for a game -- Metroid Prime 2 Echoes for my never-once-opened Nintendo GameCube. The first is one of my top five favorite games of all time and this one could be even better. Can't wait to play it! The final thing I'm catching up on is an update on the weight loss progress. The vacation wasn't good for it, but it wasn't quite as bad as it was initially shaping up to be. In my first week in Orlando, I managed to put on a whopping 10 lbs. However, after extending it another week, I knew that I couldn't do that again, so I got back on track (for the most part) and was able to lose 7.5 of those gained lbs back. All this means is that I'm now tipping the scales at 249.5 lbs. Not bad, but I really should be much lighter at this point. Hopefully the next few weeks will see me get down below the 240 lbs point that seems to be a sticking point for me.
The Dave Z ratio -- Things you did not need to know -- What does that all mean? Basically, I didn't masturbate or have sex of any kind from 11:35 PM on Tuesday, November 2, 2004 until approximately 9:45 PM on Monday, November 15, 2004. That's nearly 13 full days and a grand total of a little more than 310 hours where I did not shoot a mother fucking load. Holy crap, I think that's the biggest dry spell I've had since I first discovered the joy of making the goo squirt from my pee pee tool. Here's where things get a little worse, so stop reading if you've been disgusted enough for one day. The lack of regular spooging caused a couple of uniqe things. First of all, the first time back in the saddle didn't last long at all. It took just 4 1/2 minutes to get me to spurt cream from my Twinkie. Second, this Twinkie was overflowing with cream and the cream squirted out like it was shot out of Mt. Saint Helens back when the bitch first blew her top off. The glorious white baby batter was shot out with such force that it actually hit the fucking ceiling, which is more than 6' above my damn bed. In fact, there's now a crack in the ceiling that I didn't know was there before... I guess it's a good thing that I got this out this way because if it was with a girl, things just wouldn't have worked out too well. First, she wouldn't like the fact that I lasted less than five minutes. Second, the spooge could've put seriously hurt the poor girl. It would've either put a hole in the back of her throat or taken out an eye. And if it was in a condom while inside of her, it would've ripped through the condom and impregnated her eggs with a reckless abandon cause my shit wouldn't quit until it scored cause they would know it might be their only chance to survive. I'm thinking if I ever do this again for such an extended period of time, I might just have to rent a hotel room for an hour just to rub one out by myself. It'd be the healthy thing to do.
A big batch from Saturday night -- Obviously inspired by the positive turn out, I decided to spend the night taking photos like a mad man. Figured it'd be a waste to try and get the digits of girls that live 2,400+ miles away, so the pictures seemed to be a wortwhile investment of my time. In all, I ended up taking a little more than 80 photos over the course of Saturday night. Hope you enjoy them!
I'll share the story later....
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We started the night meeting up with friends at Latitude, with a quick stop to say hi to the hottie bartenders at Big Belly on the way up, before checking out the VIP area of Flow. Things got messy at this point, as we got separated, and I got VERY heated. I wandered around a bit while trying to get a hold of Brandon on his cell, but it was a big mess. I even threw a big six foot tall wooden stand about ten feet right in front of a police officer I was so pissed off at that point. I'm really not sure why I wasn't arrested at that point...maybe I scurrred him. However, after about call number 1,356 I finally got through to Brandon where I could actually kind of hear what he was saying and he let me know where he was. It was at some martini bar in some ally that we had gone to at some point last week, but for the life of me I can't remember what it's called...eBar, iBar, Y Bar, something bar. I don't know and nobody I asked seemed to know either. Not quite sure how I found it, but I did and things calmed down a bit, I got several drinks in me and we chilled with some fine ladies. All in all, it was yet another fantastic night of tearing up downtown Orlando -- both literally and figuratively considering my little "incident". I even managed to bust out my camera and take another three dozen photos for your perusal. With the Beer Festival going on today and my FINAL night out in Orlando tonight, the fun is sure to continue.
For last night, we hit up a few places including I Bar, Big Belly and Red Square, with the latter probably being the one I enjoyed the most. I spent a lot of time drinking and even more time slurring words while talking to a bunch of different hotties. It was a great night for everyone, including you peeps since I managed to take a bunch of new party photos. I'm so in love with the bartender at Red Square. True. Unadulterated. Love. I'm hoping for even more fun tonight, as we're planning to tear up downtown again. I'm not sure where exactly, but there are a ton of places down there we can go and if it's like every other night downtown, babes will be covering the streets. And if I get lucky, maybe a few of them will find themselves underneath my sheets. And on the floor in Brandon's dining room...okay, maybe we can go to their place.
What the lame ending? -- Overall, I enjoyed the hell out of it. But, I gotta admit that it really didn't live up to my expecations. First of all, it has a ton of graphical issues that would be acceptable for me on PS2 but not on Xbox. Textures just not being there and then popping in. Clipping, hella slowdown, glitches galore...was it this bad on the original Halo? Then there's the fact that it suffered from the same level design issues of the first one -- it starts out with a couple of brilliant levels, only to finish off with a bunch of mindless corridors and brainless fighting. After a while, I just started running through the levels and jumping over bitches just to get to the other side because it was boring the fuck out of me. The level where you were defending Earth kicked ass, but after that it was pretty lame except for a section here and there where you got to use some of the really cool vehicles. I hope the multiplayer is better, but it already worries me since I can't figure out how to setup my own game with my own buddies. Whenever I try, I just jump into a random game, on a random level, and with random people. What's worse is that I keep getting the same damn level to play in. Oh, and what the fuck is the deal with no online co-op? Playing through the campaign co-op on the highest difficulty settings was one of my most enjoyable and rewarding experiences ever...be able to do this online would be Heavan on Earth. Why can't I? I don't understand it! Still a very cool game, but I'm glad I'm playing Brandon's full-price version of the game and have already beaten it. That means I can wait until it's $20 to pick up my personal copy.
'80s Night, 18 & over
club, pure genius --
A hot reality girl -- My newest Babe of the Week, who goes simply by the name of Liz, is a prime example of this. She's gorgeous. Absolutely stunning. So, it just makes sense that you can find her on TV and plastered all over the 'net. Once again, we live in a wonderful world. Not another manic Monday
-- Eh? What's up with that? I've gotten to SFO later than this and borded the plane after the depart time (with a lot of angry sneers when walking through the aisle) many times in the past. So, what's the problem this time? Anyway, so I missed my flight and had to rebook. All of the flights back to SF were full for the next two days and I wasn't about to wait around in the airport for up to 48 hours trying to see if I could get on standby. As a result of all this drama, I ended up deciding to extend my vacation in Orlando for another week. So, I'm still here in Orlando and am geering up for another Wednesday through Saturday four nights of party mayhem. It should be fun...well, it BETTER be fun after trying to deal with all of the United Airlines drama that was even worse than it could've been thanks to some horrible customer service that kept giving me wrong information and was being rude, quite frankly. A strange, strange night
-- That wasn't the end of it, however. After watching the movie, which I happened to enjoy, we made a trek to EB so B-izzle could pick up his Halo 2 pre-order at midnight. Upon getting there we learned that only the person buying the pre-order was allowed in, so I had to wait outside. The wait outside proved to be pure entertainment, as it was just me and about a half-dozen angry girlfriends, some of which had been waiting outside for an hour already, just bitching about each of their boyfriends' videogame addictions. I was laughing my ass off on the inside all night long. Pure entertainment.
An okay end to the partying
-- However, because of the very pretentious vibe of the club and its patrons that I had mentioned previously after Thursday night, I honestly didn't enjoy myself as much as I did when we went out Wednesday and Friday nights in downtown Orlando. Sure, it's the same vibe at clubs like Ruby Skye and 181 that I love going to in SF, but it just didn't sit well with me out here. I'm guessing it has to do with the fact that I'm on vacation and have no desire at all to put up with snobs and instead just wanted to have a good time. In all, it was just so much more fun hanging out and drinking in the clubs over in downtown Orlando because the people going to those places also seemed like all they wanted to do was have a good time, as well. The vacation damage -- 150,000 insane mutha fuckas
-- That's not too shabby for a little old website about me, videogames and babes. Okay, so it's really all about the babes, especially when you consider that only 8,000 of the people that visited in October checked out "Dear Dave". Some interesting things of note -- Yahoo! was my #1 referrer for the first time ever (it had always been Google in the past), Vida Guerra was the #1 search string by a long shot (Trishelle typically held the top spot), and 16 people from Estonia somehow ended up checking out my website.
I love college chicks! -- Oh, and before I forget, Mr. Brandon Justice and I are the fucking kings of Beer Pong. We took on the college guys and gals and went 3 and fucking 0. Dominated to the point where they decided to switch from Beer Pong to Beer Flip. I'm thinking of taking our game on a bit of a cross country tour across college campuses all over the nation. Either that, or just retire as undefeated champions of the sport. Dang, you people are good
-- Another solid night -- It was still a good night even though I missed the short mini-skirts and barely-there tops. No pictures were taken for the second night in a row because we got out late and were busy trying to catch up with all the drunkards that were already stumbling around and falling into me by midnight. Highlight was probably the kiss from the sexy Cuban named Cecilia or the singing of Sweet Caroline and a few other songs with the rest of the heathens near closing time. I'm expecting to have a lot of fun today, as our schedule includes crashing some UCF homecoming game and a bunch of tailgating parties. And, well, drunk college chicks are always very high on my "to do" list. The only thing higher is probably drunk boy scouts, but we'll save that fantasy for another day. And to conclude the night, and my partying in Orlando, we're getting a few VIP tables at Roxy, the place we hit up Thursday night.
Night at the Roxy -- Redeeming myself, just a
little --
I love Orlando! -- Seriously, it was crazy. Every single club we hit up was overflowing with hotties. It was like Suite 181 on its best night EVERYWHERE. Also, there appears to be a state law that requires ALL female bartenders to be insanely hot. Oh, yeah, the first place we hit had dollar drinks. So, umm, I'm hung the fuck over right now and I got stupid drunk last night. I was drunk to the point where I didn't even know I took a ton of photos. You should check 'em out even though I didn't get photos of many of the hotties that I fell in love with last night. There's a few good ones worth checking out nevertheless.
Another one for Ah-bey -- I'm heading for Orlando!
-- If I don't prove to be too much of a slacker, I'll try to take as many photos as possible during my ventures to the night clubs throughout the Orlando area. Brandon's been singing its praises, so I'm expecting a plethora of hotties just waiting to have my submarine slid into their ports. It should be a gay ole time. I'll update from there if I feel like it, but don't go expecting anything for sure until I get back on next Monday night. For more...check out the Archives © 2002 by Dave Zdyrko. All Rights Reserved. Without limiting the rights under copyrights reserved herein, no part of this web site may be reproduced in whole or in part in any form or medium without express written permission of the authors. ™ and © for all products, characters, and indicia related thereto which are contained herein are owned by the companies who market or license those products. If you have any comments or questions, please e-mail the Webmaster. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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