Hello everyone, again. Heres some pics to start things off..

Hello everyone, again. Heres some pics to start things off today. Let me know what you think. Let’s see what’s going on in the world today. Not too much that I know of. I wish I had some kind of weird sex stories to tell, but I am in a bit of a dry spell at the moment. At times of not knowing where to go, I simply turn to Twitter. There is a bounty of weirdness to comment on. The first thing that pops up when I look at is some chick, which is a guy pretending to be a chick, posting a pic of pretty hot lady with her ass in the air. He has a unique name, and I quote, “ Wouldn’t you like to kiss and pamper my flowery rosebud?” Her “flowery rosebud.” He, oops, I mean she, is talking about licking her asshole. Which I would, but that’s not the point. Look, I take shit for saying “penis” or “vagina” and things like such. If some girl ever told me to lick her “flowery rosebud”, first I would be looking around the place for some plants, second I would punch her in the face just for saying that. “Flowery Rosebud.” Who thinks that shit up and why? It’s your ass you imbecile. Just say lick my mother fucking ass! Hell, I would settle for any combination of “ass, anus, rectum, shithole, whatever. Just not “flowery rosebud.” I’m just saying, nothing personal. Fuck me, what’s next. Oh, look, a picture of a completely perfect hot chick! Wait, that’s me. Lol, I shit you not as I am scrolling someone posted a pic of me. I am anything but perfect but shhh, don’t tell anyone. Being perfect would suck. Sometimes I look in the mirror and I see my scars and wrinkles and think, “Fuck, I am like the Bruce Willis of porn.” All those battle scars look good on me. I got a few, that’s for sure. I’m like an old car, another dent just looks good on me. If you’re perfect, every little nick and scratch just glares out at you. Alright, lets keep scrolling. Fuck, just hot chicks and big dicks. Not that I’m complaining. Wait, here it is. A full figured model complaining about skinny people. According to her tweet, and again I quote, “Real men want meat, not bones” Real men want pussy, you fluffy tard knocker. Full figured is code for I ate 328 too many Big Macs last week. I don’t gauge fat by body weight. I gauge it by your ability to do things. If you weigh three hundred pounds at 5ft 10inches but can run three miles, you ain’t fat. You just attract more gravity. Just saying it like it is. Politics is nothing but a source of annoyance for most. Each of us, myself included, knows what’s best for everyone else. Apparently that doesn’t work. What’s worse is we are convinced that even being told that, we will reluctantly agree to disagree but still silently know that we absolutely know what’s best for everyone else. It’s a whacked cycle. 2021 so far has not been off to smash up start. Sexually, I normally have the time of my life around this time of year. It has been so so. Something is just off, it’s in air or something. I spent some time with my new girl crush and the crush kind of fizzled out. She is banging hot; I enjoyed every inch of her body, but then she talked. I don’t care about what so and so said about so and so. I don’t care if some dude cheated on her friend or whatever other Housewives of Where Ever The Fuck drama she can spit out. I am probably the chick her friend’s husband cheated with. Just shut up and lick me, for fuck’s sake. What about food, can we talk about that? She doesn’t fucking eat. When she does, it’s lettuce of some sort. Look, I like lettuce, if it’s at the Olive Garden, but other than that, where is the actual food? For her, I am nothing but proof that she is gay. I don’t think she really is into chicks. I don’t know what the endgame is but I’m not playing along. I am supposed to go over to her place today but I’m going out with an old friend, a guy, and we will probably fuck and then eat big fat greasy burgers. How the fuck did I get on to this? I don’t know. By now, you already know I tend to wander when I write these things out. Questions. I’ll answer a couple. I get this one a lot. Do I fuck fans? Of course I do. But only on film. Problem is you have to be in Daytona Beach, have a current medical test, and I don’t schedule things more than a few days out. If I did, I would forever be waiting on people who change their mind or just don’t show up. Plus, you will need to send me lots of explicit pictures that clearly show your naked body, including your face and not in separate pictures. Then if you get past all of that, you will need to present me with ID and sign releases. And there it is, the recipe for fan fucking. Most people don’t get past the medical test or be in Daytona Beach requirement. There is one other way. Randomly run into me while I’m out and trick me into slipping your dick inside of me. It’s happened, so don’t act like I’m making up impossible rules. I schedule nothing. Random means random, as you run into me at a club/bar or where ever. Sometimes I announce where I am going and that still counts as random. Just because you find me, and lots of people do, Daytona is not that big, doesn’t mean it’s even remotely a guarantee. You better be on your best game if you want slip it in me. Who films my videos? I mostly have two people do it if I don’t do it myself. One he, one she. Split evenly, depends on who is available at the time. Neither one is interested in being in the videos with me or involved in my blogs. I have asked a million times. Yes, I fuck them both. Occasionally both at the same time. No, they are not together; we are all just friends who happen to fuck now and then. I am not that interesting, but if you have questions, feel free to ask. If I can, I will answer them for you. My next post will be better. I feel like I am sub par on this one. Anyway, since I don’t edit, proofread, or even hit the backspace key, whatever hits the screen stays. That can be problematic, but easier in the long run. Catch you all in a bit after a good fuck and meal. The day will vastly improve!