Yeah, so if I were to grade reader participation for weigh-in #1, you guys would fail. It doesn’t mean I don’t adore and appreciate you: it just means that I should try a different approach. Like something extra, extra simple…like red or blue – which color is better? Seriously, I’ll make it a little more … Continue reading Weigh-In #1b
Another year, another year. I’m grateful: a good job, nice place, wonderful friends and an awesome blog to share my most intimate stories with strangers! A girl couldn’t ask for more. Have a wonderful April 21st. Celebrate, it’s my birthday… Continue reading Happy Birthday, Stripper X!
We awoke the next day with a plan: work, work, work. But first, let’s gamble. It was brief. First I was up, then I was down. Blackjack, for me, turned into the black joke. I was up a whopping $12 and I was thrilled. Then I lost it all. It was a blur. Oh well, … Continue reading I’ll Take That One and Two of Those, Please…to go
Okay, so I’d watch this. Not for the horrific special effects or the bare naked women running around attacking the men, but to laugh my ass off at the thought of someone paying good money to produce such bullshit. And it’d be pretty entertaining. I do have a question — how do stripper zombies manage to run in stilettos?
What happens in Vegas…sometimes really sucks. I had to get out of town and the opportunity presented itself last minute, so off I went with two friends. Yes, it happen just that fast. I had grown tired of Tampa and drama and I figured, what the hell? Why not? I have no kids, no relationship, … Continue reading The Do-Over: Vegas Recap
‘I used to do porn,’ she says. ‘No shit,’ I’m thinking. I knew it. Her technique the night before reminded me of several porn flicks I’ve seen over the years. It looks good on camera, but you know it isn’t accomplishing jack. I brought up something I thought she said the night before: did you … Continue reading Confessions, Pt LVIII