Do you know the song Here Comes the Sun? Or The Sun Is Shining? Or Let the Sunshine In? How about I'm Walking on Sunshine? Or Sunshine Reggae? I sure do. And at the moment, I fucking hate them all. Why? Because lately I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't think and I definitely can't fuck properly. Why? Because it's been frigging HOT, since, if you haven't noticed, we're having a bit of a heat wave.
Jul 23, 2015
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Jul 9, 2015
I've been putting this post off for quite some time now. It wasn't easy watching my best friend get old and sick and then dead in the first place, but then it sucked some more coming back to the blog and looking at this big gaping hole, the DDD series, reminding me of him being gone. Permanently. If you don't have a dog (or a pet), you really can't understand the bond (and thus the loss) and even if you do, there's a substantial chance you still don't get it because people in general have a derogatory attitude towards animals thinking they're a dime a dozen. Which just proves that humans are a stupid mishap in 'God's' plan if you ask me.
Jul 1, 2015
Have you ever thought about becoming a prostitute? I’m willing to bet the answer is no. But if I ask you if you’ve ever thought about going to a prostitute or just how it would be, here’s another bet I’m willing to make: you probably did if you’re a guy, while the female portion of my readers … My oh my, that’s no way to speak to a lady! Well, then the lady really should wake up and smell the
roses rosy bouquet of penises at your disposal. But before I eagerly, breathlessly, passionately and very feverishly rush into the who, how, when, how much for and why women could, would, should and did buy themselves a good lay — be it at the local prostitute, gigolo, male whore or escort — let me first explain the difference between a prostitute and an escort, since one really should get acquainted with the basics before wading such hussy waters.