Archive for July, 2008
How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Hump a Fleshlight
Okay, there are a few things that I’m going to ask you to take into account when reading the following review.
1) Take everything written here with a grain of salt. No really, small amounts of iodized table salt will prevent goiters.
2) I’m well aware the at least 50% of Mr. Impossible’s readership is of the […]
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Imperfect people
I’ve gone back and forth about writing this entry for most of my day, but I think it’s something that’s valuable for people to understand. I don’t think it’ll be terribly funny, so I suppose I’ll have to get by on my hitherto fore untested skills to help you make it to the end without […]
Read More..>>Something to think about
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking this summer. Some of it has been productive, goal-oriented thinking about my upcoming trek halfway across the country to law school finally. Some of it has been about the possibility of an apocalypse riddled with the undead and what I intend to do in such an […]
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This is a love letter.
In a not entirely unexpected turn of events, this last weekend, I won the lottery. I also saw Batman, got really drunk, played video games, drove 350 miles, and watched two grown men in Cowboy hats dancing to Patsy Cline in a rural Missouri bar, in the midst of what can […]
Confessions of a Slut
I am a slut.
I’m a man-whore, a trollop, and a gigolo.
I’m easy.
I am a slut… and because I’m a man, this word does not come bearing negative connotation. For a man to sleep around suggests virility, strength and desirability. Sluttyness is a precipice that many men spend their lives climbing to, without ever pulling it off, […]
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