I apologize for my lack of material.  I’m working on something longer right now…  

I’m also preparing for an island hopping voyage through the Bahamas.  On Monday I’ll be crossing the gulf stream from Miami to Bimini in a small untested boat with a friend of mine.  Both of us are completely unfamiliar with this level of boating, so this should be interesting.

Hopefully I’ll have a chance to write some inspired prose about the ocean, the beach, the sand, and such, but most likely I’ll have my hands buried in 16 year old Bahama vagina instead (the islands are known for their snorkeling AND their statutory age).

I’ll be posting again by mid June, or, if the boat sinks, I’ll be suffering for my sins in Davy Jones locker.

  Why do women say they won’t, when they will? Why do women say they don’t, when they do? So many unnecessary games, lies, and manipulations, how can anyone possibly find their way through this maze of intrigue? I may know of someone who can assist in unraveling the true mystery of female flirtation… he’s an old friend of mine… he has a unique perspective on the world… he is in love with a stubborn rose… he has tamed a clever fox… he is The Little Prince. Read more »

Gideon and I sat side-by-side
Conversing about a bitch we had eyed:
I think she’s fat.
But why is that?  She’s just a little round.
I hate her face.
It’s no disgrace.  Her features are profound.
Complexion sucks.
Who gives a fuck?  They’re simply extra mounds. 
A big ass nose, some old ass clothes, her breath is world renowned!
Her nose is straight, shirt is ornate, great qualities abound!
“You,” Gideon said with a pang,
“See the whole world in black and bang.”

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          “You are clean… right?”            
          I’m repeatedly befuddled by women pestering with this manner of query AFTER we’ve already had unprotected sex.  If they’re really concerned, why wouldn’t they interrogate me prior to the act?  Even then, why gamble their venereal purity on a smooth talking scum bag who insists on rounds of tequila shots?  If someone was knowingly carrying a respectable assortment of STDs, and fucked you raw regardless, could you possibly expect an honest post fornication inquisition?  Read more »

             I love it when a woman submits by opening her heart AND her asshole.  I’ve extolled the virtues of vagina on countless pages and, as orifices go, it has no equal.  However, I approach each adventure with a new female as if it were my last and so I feel obligated to creep into every crevice, scour every slice, and kiss every crack.  Filthy behavior has been a lifelong passion; as a child I loved playing in the dirt… things haven’t changed much. Read more »