Gentlemen, I bid you
welcome to Stallion's Stable.
A pictorial tale of debauchery, intemperance and hullabaloo set in our great
nation's capital. To your warning, this is not a story for those of weak heart, poor
disposition or female gender.
Let me first introduce you to the man who made all of this possible. Mr. Paul
Farrington, a man of dubious character and weathered looks.
Venture with us through the late hours of July 24th 1999 on the celebration of the
impending closure to his batchelorhood.