Back from the dead

Yes, I realize it’s been several months since my last post. Does it really matter? There are a million other gossip sites on the internet. Just read those.

“But Ed, those sites are all run by fags. We want more celebrity tits! We are lonely, fat, socially awkward creatures and we need celebrity masturbation material. You are are only hope.”

Okay, I am here to save you and I am taking this site into new directions. Since Google won’t let us put any ads on here, this site is never going to make any money and I don’t see any reason why we should try to be PG-13 just to get their seal of approval. Fuck em! From now on, we are going no-holds-barred. Well, we’re not going to post anything that might get me thrown in jail - but tits and ass… it’s all good.

But before we get started, where have I been? You might remember I got a job working in a tech support call center for one of the big four letter computer companies. It turned out I was better at talking to slack-jawed idiots than anyone expected and I moved up and was making some decent cash. That was when I discovered an all-nude strip joint. Normally, the chicks in all-nude strip joints are pretty fucking ugly. There is some kind of unwritten rule that if you are above a certain level of hotness, you don’t have to show vag. That rule does not apply at the place I found. Other rules didn’t apply either. I was introduced to the wonderful world of “extras.”

I was there pretty much every day. Even though eight hours of my daily existence were wasted in a dank grey cubicle, it was all worth it, because I felt like I had discovered some kind of twisted heaven on earth. But it only lasts until your money runs out. Which mine did. Now I am behind on my bills and the credit card companies are calling my ass.

So it’s time to get back to beating off to blurry photos of celebrity nipple slips.

Life goes on.