I‘m home and I feel terrible / awesome. I won $8750 yesterday. Yes, I’m extremely talented and amazing at everything. Yes, I made a few posts on here after the game around midnight while I was extremely intoxicated. Yes, they are all deleted.
For a while, I convinced myself that posting up the following emails would be a mistake. I can’t put my finger on the reason I hesitated but it probably has something to do with my momentary flirtation with tact. Realizing today that I’m far too incredible to follow such prudish social norms, I’ve decided to share with you a series of emails (and maybe a photo) exchanged between myself and a fan. The exchange occurred from December 18th to December 22nd and the emails remain in their original text. continue reading »
“[redacted]!” Abby screamed, “You’re just in time!”
The crowd turned towards me; my face slowly crimsoned. Like the catastrophic surprise party attempted by my parents when I was a prepubescent, I was underprepared for such unanimous attention. I grinned through the irritation and walked towards Abby, who was decidedly more cheerful than before my departure. As I opened my mouth to inqure about the scene, Abby insisted on a disgusting display of tongue-filled affection. Still mid-kiss and still confused, I looked around the room at the faces, each staring right back at me, grinning, judging. continue reading »
A long, long time ago, there were 3 sexually charged teenage girls. Their names were Emma, Tiffany, and Amy. This post is about Amy, but Emma and Tiffany are necessary characters for you all to understand the background to the story. continue reading »
Driving on that endless stretch of highway, my groggy mind wandered aimlessly for a long while. My consciousness would occasionally grasp onto a bit of memory related to the new year. They would come and go as through they were bits of a broken up and nonlinear slideshow of someone else’s life. Just images. There was no emotion or context to them, just nebulous skitters of grainy remembrance. continue reading »
Spoiler warning: This post contains information that post-dates the end of the Billed Hourly Thanksgiving series and could alter how you view the story. I’m also aware that the next Billed Hourly post isn’t up yet. Paul has the post, he’ll presumably post it when he’s ready. This post, the one you are about to read, is a very quick explanation of why I couldn’t get Paul the replacement copy of the post until January 1. continue reading »
As men, we must treat golden showers as a very important responsibility. One bad experience and the woman will never let another dude piss on her. So if you have the privilege of a woman asking for the time-tested, amazingly sensual sex act known as the golden shower, it is imperative that you follow these steps… continue reading »
I just went through my blog@lifeat160.com email address and counted the “why aren’t you fired” or “you are so full of shit, you would be fired” emails: 67. It’s a fair question/assertion. Over my first 1.2 years as an attorney, I’ve done the following: continue reading »
