happy peenee!

So I've been happily visiting with the ever gracious Mr. Peenee while he visits his old haunts. Are you jealous? Because you should be.


I've been learning so much history about where to get a blow job back in the day my hometown that I just never knew! It's all been very informative. As you've probably guessed, Peenee is a raconteur of the first order. We and his lovely friend Rich had lunch at Commander's Palace on Sunday, where the waiter haughtily informed Peenee that the chef did not serve rice with their gumbo. "The chef considers it filler," he sniffed. Have you ever? Unheard of! Thankfully, he found himself some decent gumbo out in the Marigny last night. I was very relieved.

He seems to be doing the best thing New Orleans has to offer, eating fried food non stop. It's what passes for entertainment around here. Tonight, I took him to have a shrimp poboy and a Barq's. We got trapped there by a ferocious New Orleans thunderstorm, however. No problem, just another Barq's and some more gossip. Very lovely.

Anywho...it seems that today is our blessed Peenee's birthday. I hope he doesn't mind my announcing that. Please join me all in wishing him a good one.


(Image above courtesy of thombeau. It's the third google image when you type in "Mr. Peenee". I'd expected (hoped for) porn, but then maybe that's what this is after all.)



Here (below) is the cake one of peenee's lovable but simpleminded houseboys, Attila de Devereaux, cooked up for the occasion. I'd asked for a "sheet cake". Poor thing, his heart ass was in the right place at least, right?