July 22, 2009
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Picture Post!
I finally uploaded photos from the 4th of July. Prepare yourself for a LONG picture posting.
Pig Prep started on a very gray afternoon. That’s Scott, the Pig Farmer, in grey by the truck.
Unloading the roaster.
There was one hell of a nasty water spill as they unwrapped the piggy.
Dumping sour kraut into the body cavity.
My annual duty…stitching up the body cavity.
Scott gets the all important meat thermometer ready.
Rubbing the pig with spices.
The guy in white is Jason. He’s a professional chef. I was jealous. Wrapping the pig in chicken wire to keep it off the direct flame.
I have such a fascination with rumps.
Piggy goes night night.
After all the hard work the Boys from Wisconsin and Chicago finally arrived. From left to right, Kevin, Jon and Mark.
An appropriate response to a Markie Mark suggestion.
Yeah, right. He may look innocent…
And Hot Mark made it as well!
De-meating the pig. It was so tender they were essentially able to just pull it off the bones.
Scott gets the ONLY bone he’s likely to that day.
And this is what a mostly Kosher Jew does while we dismantle a pig.
Fireworks? We don’t need no stinking fireworks.
Mortar, anyone?
I have no idea why I was making that face.
Rockets!
I got just a little sun on the boat that day. Note our fire sources for the night. Plumber’s torches!
A bar full of gay boys. Not a common sight in South Dakota.
And yes…those are the same clothes he was wearing the night before.
The boys take a break for a little lawn golf.
Jon would be the only one in the group butch enough to throw.
Dr. Linda and Sebastian.
Prance! Prance! Prance!
Comparing…Stick…sizes?
We started early with the roman candles. You know…the kid stuff.
Our host…Cap’n Andy. It should be noted that he just got off the boat. He DID NOT piss himself.
How many gay boys CAN you fit in a Tahoe? Apparently 8 or 9. And we loaded up the truck and moved to…
Red’s Hill where the Big Boy fireworks are set up.
Yeah…that’s the Gay Brigade again. A whole lot of Queens and one little Princess.
Now THAT is a Big Boy firework.
Scott was fixated with blue flame and his penis. On fire? TMI.
And that is Li’l Pyro looking rather demonic.
The Posse heads out to light the next round of mortars. In case you haven’t noticed…I pretty much relinqueshed my “flame” to the younger generation.
Post party…Notice Jon is just a little on the red side. Mark as well.
Soothing balm for lobster red skin.
Mark’s Morning After look.
I hope you enjoyed this overdue stroll down memory lane. Catch us next year for an even bigger and better 4th!
Comments (12)
Aw. It’s nice to see Mark again even if its via your blog. I’d definitely be hanging with the Kosher Jew during piggy time. And Andy is kinda hot, despite having looked like he peed his pants.
@Emancip8 - Oops. I didn’t really notice that. He didn’t pee his pants…he had to hop in the lake to tie his boat up to the dock.
Great post man,, worth the wait. It looks like a good time.
Those fireworks look hella dangerous… Ha… big boy toys for sure.
be well, *~matthew~*
Poor little Jewish boy….
A little red?? Ye gods man, you were making your shirt pale by comparison.
I need to attend your great Northern Plains explosions. There’re hotties and explosions. And food. Mmmm. Retirement.
Hmmmm….I think I might be spending my next “fourth” in Sioux Falls. You guys are definitely serious about having a good time, especially when it comes to pork and pyrotechnics! Maybe next year you can find some “kosher pork” for your poor Jewish friend–LOL!
–DK
Wow, you make South Dakota look fun and gay!
great fun pics, thanks for sharing. i hope you sterilized that needle before you sewed up miss piggy, and as to the poor little jewish boy, i think i have a nice hunk of kosher meat for him !
Hey! Wait! I thought >>> I <<< was “Hot Mark!”
That was a ton of fun, Doc! Thanks for having us!
@mrtiamman -
I thought the same thing, actually.
@droptop11 -
He’s all mine.
Great pics! We definitely are thinking about coming back next year, with sunscreen.
Ha! Oy, the giant dead pig being roasted was just AWFUL. The smell alone was overwhelming. I refused to kiss Jon for most of that night because of that. You’re lucky your company was so good, or I might’ve bolted