JB’s Bidet

Juicelog Thurs 170108: Occupying two tables and a tenth of the bar area, we hung out at The Box tonight to count the number of pocket sized plastic packets JB received in honour of his certified just for men moment. Tonight was the first time that some of the phu-fighters boys got to meet the wind beneath my hot’n’spicy wings, we followed the custom of splashing red wine onto the right knee of our recently appointed elder. The spring chicken I bestowed to chief JB was spared from the ritual sacrifice, and so I took him home instead for a photofit session.