Fun in South Carolina

Ohhh, this is a story. So here we are, driving through BFE South Carolina and we get to this abandoned 76 station in the middle of nowhere. Since my Man is connected with porn, he knows where all the extra-happening parties are located, anywhere in the country, and this place is THE place in the area. Believe it or not, this craptacular building gets beyond interesting when the party-planners decide to throw something. Well, they knew my Man was going to be around, and they were more than happy to open up shop. And I had NO IDEA this would be happening. We were at this local's house that my Man sort-of knows, and all of a sudden, my Man pulls this thing out of a duffle bag...

Apparently, the planners demand to see ID to protect their asses, and since there's no way I can get an ID, we needed to prove that I was OK. But when my Man called back and said he would have a guest, they got strange on him and said his adult-type presence wouldn't be enough to protect them from trouble. They said they would need to see me with someone that wouldn't be considered a significant-other or a fuck-buddy. Think of it this way: If Nabokov's Lolita came to the party, the old dude she was with wouldn't exactly be the moral center of the universe. Not that my Man is old, but you get what I mean. So being the wise, wordly Man he is, he was able to find my STUNT MOMMY.

Tell me this isn't the coolest thing on the planet. Her mouth is almost as big as mine. It was perfect. My Man showed us together, and we got right in. And what a party it was. I was SURROUNDED by dick, just as the guys were surrounded by pussy. Everyone was dry-humping and sucking and fucking and WOW.

They didn't allow cameras inside, and actually patted us down before we went in. But being the stealthy genius he is, my Man snuck in a tiny digital camera and was able to snap a few shots in the back room. Here's me with one guy.

I don't do humans who don't have condoms, so he just jerked off next to me. But it was cool seeing the load, especially since it was the sight of me that caused it. I have a pic of The Finish, but I'm still trying to figure out how to extract it from the cam-video we took. Would you guys mind waiting to see it? Well, I guess you don't have a choice. Ha. Overall, we had a great time checking everyone out and drinking and watching orgies and nakedness and gyrating and stuff. What a wild night in the middle of nowhere.

Mommy's Home State

Here we were a couple days ago, stopping at some really neat place on the water for dinner. In North Carolina. Yes, I know that's where Mommy lives. (Hi, Mommy.) My Man decided not to give me back yet, so he said he didn't want to step into a strange situation by going inland to say Hi. He was thinking there would be drama. Especially because I'm Trash, and we all know what Trash does best. D.R.A.M.A.

I Had Good Sex

Oh my God, we got drunk at that bar in Virginia. I picked up on two European guys and my Man decided I needed some fun so we all took a cab back to the Spanish guy's place. One thing led to another, then all of a sudden, the Spanish guy is going down on me and my Man is taking pictures. This guy had a huuuuge tongue.



Then the German guy jumped in and they doubled up on me for a while. The German guy was totally energetic, and um... big... and gave me quite a lot to be thankful for. I think I finally understand the phrase "road whoring."

Off to our next adventure.
-Diddy's Mug

Three Generations of Trashers

Isn't that cool looking? My Man took me to Virginia and we hung out with a Trasher while we were near the coast. We had someone take our picture, and then we had them take a high-definition photo so we could magnify our faces for you. Below is three generations of Trash. Wow.

The last photo is what happens when the tide goes in and out all the time. The mud gets super-deep and nasty and some hashers are scared of it. Oh, and it stinks, too.

We're heading out to a bar soon. More later.

-Diddy's Mug

Spam Wasn't Enough?

So apparently the group at the Dallas party had one more prank up their sleeve that they never told me about. I'm glad I could help them with their elementary-school science experiment. Ugh.

Hiking in the Mountains

Hi all. It turns out getting internet access while traveling isn't always easy. Here are some pictures of me hiking. It's pretty up there in the mountains, and there's a lot of neat stuff to see.

I don't have a whole lot of time to type at the moment, but I did want to bring up one thing: Apparently Mommy is having some sort of breakdown (or at least was at some point) because she wrote this not too long ago on her blog:

Could my life get any worse?
Ok so my mug is still missing...
I am a violent drunk (not always but recently)...
And other stuff that I don't want to talk about...
And now my car is dying...

Mommy, I'm not missing. I know exactly where I am. Please don't worry. I hope you're doing OK and not beating up too many people. Did me going away start all this? I would feel really bad, although there's not a whole lot I can do about it at the moment. I'm sure if my Man knew you were close to snapping or going postal that he's consider talking to you about giving me back. But he has mentioned that he still has plans for me. And since 1. You left me behind that day and 2. you mentioned at some point you have a replacement mug, it doesn't seem he feels that bad. Yet. E-mail him if you want, Mommy. He's nice. Please feel better Mommy. I love you.

-Your Mug

Check This Out

Hey y'all. We just got back into civilization from a great extended weekend southeast of Knoxville at Great Smoky Mountains National Park. Here's me chilling a couple days ago. I've got more pictures, but I'll have to post them later. My Man and I are going food and booze shopping.

-Diddy's Mug