FARMHANDS CONGREGATION, I apologise, once more for the delay but the Reverend has passed out yesterday, embarrassingly early, after a day of frolicking in the Canadian tundra and moose chariot-racing. My fellow Reverend and I are proud to say that we are still striving to make it a national sport over here but I'm afraid it might still be a close call with hockey. I fail to understand the appeal, why have sticks when you can have antlers?
Flock, ever since Reverend
ladytiferet and I have decided to quit our devotion to the Gods of Porn and become Happy Gay and Reverential Farmers, things have been tough and entirely not how we imagined. Instead of cute baby goats we have a horde of fugly-arse dogs that puke further than they can see. Not all is lost however, as we have turned the place around into an
idyllic porn gateaway, playing hosts to the brilliant, crème de la crème of The Eagle pornography
lallyloo
planejaneand
tracy7307. Porn has been read (and *ahem* a certain someone with a hot English accent should totally make a podfic *ahem*), porn has been watched, vodka has been consumed, shots have been done and porn has been written. In the words of the Borg, we have become one in the
Collective and the porny deities have been temporarily appeased with
CuriosityWe had a smashin' time and it was heartbreaking how quickly we had to part. But I hope that The Eagle Porn Getaway Crew will be reunited once more before long. I would like to dedicate this mass to those lovely, fabulous, brilliant ladies and to my beautiful fellow Reverend, who is well, herself. And that is more than enough.

( GAY PORN EH! )