This week we're drinking and toasting to my favorite hound of all time, Olive Petunia Vrana, my baby girl, who finally left us at 14 years old.  Also, I've decided that I need to purchase ass-less underwear to get attention.  Jesse and I dive deep into what went on under the dock at my childhood lake house; I become weak and admit what I consider to be the pinnacle of my sexual pleasures.  I hated the taste of penis so bad at first, I assumed I must be straight.  If it couldn't get any juicier, Dolly Parton released a new fragrance and I'm leaking fluid thinking about it.  Venturous and unafraid, JJ and I got it covered this week.