The one time I didn't utilize the services of a hooker, I didn't end up in a Ramada Inn with my hands tied to the bedposts with my socks, but if I had spent money on this hooker, I probably did end up in the neighborhood pool of one of those subdivisions comprised of boxy little houses that all look the same. It could have happened in late October ( Read more... )

Ninety percent of you don't give a shit about me and the other ten percent only want to see my schlong. So I'm not going to brag about the fact that I am Lex Luthor and you are not or opt out of Jamie Kennedy. Instead, I am going to educate you about a group of people very near and dear to my heart. But before I start, I wanted to say this: Charlie ( Read more... )