We finally got around to posting some of the pictures Brent took at Lazy Bear this year. As always, thanks to Harry and Rotten Robbie and all the folks who who put the fun in fundraising.
Such freaky hotness.
On the bottom or the top
Mayhem!
Get a workout at the office - benchpress your buddy!
a kit full of easy to use hormone supplements scientifically proven to promote new facial hair growth (via veer's skinny)
hubba hubba
Lesbian Death Angels actually...
Making hookups easier
A six minute "My Beard with Andre" on utoob
You must be logged in for this YouTube video. It's so good though, its worth signing up for an account.
Yummy!
Part of a series of previews on Youtube for a video called "Beard Love" (thanks MN-chris)
If anyone that understands the World of Warcraft can explain this site to us...
Oh hai. I borrode yer glitterz. (thx Patrock!)






We finally got around to posting some of the pictures Brent took at Lazy Bear this year. As always, thanks to Harry and Rotten Robbie and all the folks who who put the fun in fundraising.








Sunday Furry Sunday, the final pool party of Lazy Bear, and the place was packed.
DJ Rotten Robbie kept the crowd going all day, the beer truck ran out of beer (and was hastily replenished), the pool area was completely mental, and nearly everyone kept their clothes on. I was rather surprised at the number of new faces in the crowd, and a little sad that I hadn’t met half these people a few days ago. Like Fred the Plumber.
No-one thinks of the aftermath of a pool party. Sure, it’s fun lounging around enjoying the redneck music (Thanks to DJs Seymour, Rotten Robbie and Jeb), big boys in cutoffs, pie-eating contests and deep-fried twinkies, but next morning, poolside…
“Eeep!” said Fish. “does that seabird need rescuing? Should I call greenpeace? Or do you think I can wash it down with Dawn myself?”. Robbie was speechless as the blood drained from his face, and Karen sobbed quietly in the corner.
Nick the super-sexy pool guy was more practical. “I’m going to need a gallon of chlorine, a tub of clarifiers, and a priest. And a couple of days. You guys had some party!”
Thanks Kuma|SF for a fantastic Deliverance pool party, one of the most fun parties yet!
The 3-location pool parties are a blast, but the most fun is watching the streams of bears walking ceaselessly from one to the other, trying to find the perfect combination of music, pool, and crowd.
So we had the wild party at the West Sonoma (platform dancers, margaritas and people actually IN the pool),
And down the street the clothing optional party at the Woods (I cannot unsee what I saw, and I wasn’t brave enough to take photos) and the super-social party at the RRR
(how do these people find the time to go to the gym that much? Not that I’m complaining, it was rather sceinic)
9am-10am Bear Boot Camp, West Sonoma Inn
I don’t exercise. Never have: why waste all that energy when you could be using the same energy doing something practical. I almost rethought that today when Julian, the exercise instructor, turned up to take Bear Boot Camp, the daily exercise and stretching routine.
Turns out Julian’s routine was aimed towards waking up and minimising repetitive-drinking injuries. I can handle that, and if Julian’s out front tomorrow flexing and stretching I may even be there…
Day one, Wednesday. It’s on the program, but it seems very few people actually arrive on Wednesday, which I don’t understand; something about having jobs to go to instead? It doesn’t sound like much of a reason to me, because there’s a pool here and it’s warm and DJ Seymour totally rocked the place out.
The opening party was much busier and a hell of a lot of fun. The non-profit beer was served in tumblers as big as my head, and by the time I remembered to take photos I was too late- I was having trouble focusing my own eyes, let alone a camera.
Gidday!
It’s a hard life, this holiday business. I come over to California expecting a peaceful, relaxing holiday in the sun, and within days the Bears Gone Wild lads have me slaving over a hot keyboard blogging Lazy Bear.
I’ve spent much of the last week in Guerneville enjoying the not-so-calm before the storm. There’s a lot to do before the town is descended on by 2000 or more hungry bears, and I’ve really enjoying sitting by the pool watching it get done. Ah, the holiday life.
Come say hi if you see me around!
Cheers!
Growler