I was dating a girl with a friend named Tarah aka T-Mac, she kind of had a reputation for sleeping with everyone and possibly everything that was or wasn’t nailed down. There was an unfounded rumor about a bedpost.
People add me randomly on a lot of different social media sites. Being a self-promotional whore I am totally okay with that. Every time someone adds me I take a second to look at his or her profile. I don’t do this because I care who they are necessarily and feel like I need to establish a personal connection with them. The reason I look is because I am horribly vain and secretly hope that the person adding me is one of three people or types of people I should say:
How the power of my penis changed a girl’s life forever. (Actually I should change that to woman because it sounds creepy when you read “girl”.)
Apparently there is some mystical point in your life where you realize that there are no people in your social circles that are worth marrying or have the ability to introduce you to someone worth marrying. Usually this coincides with you discovering that you are the old person at the bar or that your musical tastes are outdated.
Thanks for all the kind messages, comments, and pats on the back yesterday for getting on CNN. I really appreciate it.
I thought long and hard about what I can do with all this good will. The question that was bugging me last night was, “What should I do for a follow-up?”
The answer: Piss it all [...]
When I was at the supermarket the other day I was browsing through the magazine section to purchase a few periodicals to entertain me while I am on the shitter and came across a few different women’s magazines. Not wanting to be looked at awkwardly by my fellow shoppers I grabbed a copy of Men’s [...]
