This was bound to happen at some point this offseason. Blame it on The Doldrums. Blame it on being burned out. Blame it on my budding alcoholism. Blame it on the need to finish up work before I'm off for a week of vacation. You can even blame it on this difficult economy. There had to be some point at which the voices that maintain this here blog - the ones that think obsessively about our Dolphins, hot chicks to reference and dick jokes to tap away at - would fall silent for at least some small respite. This Thursday, I fly back to Miami to scower the Everglades, rummage through a tittyball jumphouse at Tootsie's and drink every ounce of alcohol in every bar from West Palm Beach to Key West in search of The Dude. I may not survive. I may not come back. I certainly won't come back the same way I was when I left. But I know this: I will find him and he will come back willingly into your arms - all crying, snot and sorrow.
In the meantime, keep following us on Twitter. You can follow The Dude here and you can get at me here. I'll probably be posting quite a bit on there while I'm out on vacation because I'll be sitting around drinking and I tend to do rather obnoxious things in conjunction with that fine act. Just don't ask for cock pics - cuz you will get them and they won't be pretty.
We'll definitely pick things up again in 2 weeks and we'll try to get a Weekender up here if possible. We know you have a hard time looking up tits for yourself without us giving you the sweet goods. Have a fine couple of weeks, Nation.
Feel free to consider this an open thread for any news, comments and info.
Love,
Us Fags
Update:
And I'm less than 48 hours away from this ole' place:
