Lately I’ve been of the mind of recalling some of my favorite slacker literature. The previous statement is total bullshit, however, considering the fact that I wrote this a while ago and set it to future-post. But just for the sake of this lead-in, let’s say I am actually of the mind of recalling slack-lit [...]
Flagged for ‘lube’
On My Deflowering
[…] If you’re here because you heard about my ad space, don’t worry; it’s still on the market. I won’t let myself get tied down by any single blog. There are just too many blogs in the blogosphere, and I’ve got plenty of ad space to go around.
Ask .45
[…] I feel bad when random internet searchers stumble on this site and don’t necessary find the information they were looking for. So in an attempt to create a better user experience for them, I thought I would try to field some of these misdirected search requests as best I can.
Time at Jumbo’s Clown Room
[...] After having been involved in a number of these “New Years”, I am now able to confirm that this is actually an ideal time to wipe your slate clean of the prior year’s sexual harassment and lude behaviour accusations and pretend to be a better man. This pretense will last approximately two months, at which time I will have reached my threshold of endurance for these unwelcome lifestyle changes.
Not Quite Right Down There
[…] So she gets the lube and proceeds to completely baste herself in it, just greasing up every shock and piston. She knew what she was doing, too. I was like, “I don’t know what exactly is about to go down, but f***ing BRING IT!”.
