The last four days have been quite exciting. To start things off, Conni and his girlfriend, J. (sorry, bud, but I can't use your nickname for her, because it might seem a bit raunchy for English readers) stopped by for a visit this past weekend. I'm now the proud owner of my very own giant fox tail. I hung it on some Mardi Gras beads that Pickles sent me a few years back. I gotta also say that J. gets a thumbs up in my book. Very cool chick. The three of us did the obligatory Reeperbahn/Red-light district round. At some point, we found ourselves in a sex shop and played a game where we took turns reading the plot descriptions on the back of porn DVDs. Whoever broke out into hysterical laughter first, lost the round. Rule of thumb: any grandmotherly-type titles = pure comedy. Had I not found the complimentary give-away condoms in my coat pocket the next day, I would have forgotten about this highly entertaining game. Admittedly, I'm somewhat perplexed by the name. Why are