The lighting grid is up. Enormous — and I mean ENORMOUS — respect must go out to the three brave warriors who actually built the tower. All I had to do was climb up the top with a drill and the lights and assemble it up there. Now, that's not really easy to do by yourself since there were many times I wasn't holding on at all — stupid I know… I'm totally winded and sweating like a pig, but what I did was nothing in comparison to what they achieved!
HOWEVER. I did it with a hardship — the steps are pretty big, even for a tall guy like me. I noticed as I climbed, my zipper started opening. Then on the next step, the crotch of my pants tore. Each step I took, the rip got bigger. My boxer shorts didn't do much to cover me, but I figured that I'm standing in front of an empty lot amid some trees, so what do I care. As luck would have it, the guys on the construction crew that partks their vehicles in the lot next door were just getting off, and checked out what I was doing. I sure hope the bizarre tower distracted them from the fact that my cock was waving in the wind…
Oh, and I'm supposed to remind you who the Official BBQ Princess is.
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