Well, five years that is – on three different blogs – two of which are as defunct as General Motors soon will be.
Anyway, after all these years, you gals get to see what I look like via this super-secret home video that was somehow stolen from under my stained mattress by the Ninja-Clown posse at The Hostages while I was passed-out on my nightly combo of Jager and Old Milwaukee. How they found it under all the porn mags I have no idea.
Now you see why I am anonymous. Loving wife couldn’t handle the crowds of women storming the house for a taste of Teh TRO.
BTW, when I find the Hostage who stole my fricken watch I’m gonna kick his ass. Or if it is a hot gal I am gonna threaten her with lovemaking until she cries out for help.