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Ok, let's try this again... 2 blogs I've lost now!
I've been working a metric fuckton of shows so I don't have anything incredibly interesting to report outside of the norm. I shot a new video with Sassie which she has for sale, check out the teaser video:
I've also cobbled together a few flyers for an event Churtch is hosting, check out the early proofs:
And, just for fun, I've been shooting a bunch of Instagram shots when I have the time!
The travels of R2D2:
Backstage Goodies:
Kitties:
Fishies:
Me:
Bye!
I've been working a metric fuckton of shows so I don't have anything incredibly interesting to report outside of the norm. I shot a new video with Sassie which she has for sale, check out the teaser video:
I've also cobbled together a few flyers for an event Churtch is hosting, check out the early proofs:
And, just for fun, I've been shooting a bunch of Instagram shots when I have the time!
The travels of R2D2:
Backstage Goodies:
Kitties:
Fishies:
Me:
Bye!
My exgirlfriend used to get insanely furious over the tiniest things... it was clinical, she had meds for that shit. A few of my exgirlfriends were on meds for that shit, actually... Ok, all of them.
Anyway, she'd lose her mind over the smallest, normal day-to-day annoyances. After a few years I figured out that you needed to nip that shit right in the bud before it got outta hand, otherwise you’d have a pissed off, sad, needy, vindictive sack of nutjob on your hands... and that shit don’t wash off easy.
Kinda like molasses that cries while throwing things at you.
So I had to come up with some way to let her know she was crossing the line into insanity without pissing her off and making it just escalate out of control. It’s a delicate fucking process people, trust me. What I was doing is trying to tell her that her life was like a fucking movie. I’m watching the movie, so I know that Mrs. Doubtfire is Robin Williams in a dress, Bruce Willis is a ghost and shit like that but she doesn’t. She’s IN the movie. She’s the dumb blonde walking up the stairs TOWARDS the serial killer we ALL KNOW is there.
So I say, DELICATELY: “baby, I’m watching this movie of your sanity (or lack there of). I can hear the music escalate when you’re getting towards a big ‘event’. I can see cutaways of your craziness seconds in the future. (this movie has a creative editor, it jumps back and forth a lot, go with me here). I can tell you when you’re about to be ‘attacked’ and help you. Let me help you."
She seemed up for the idea, thanks to my clever movie analogy.
So I figured out how to warn her. I give her a teaser trailer of the movie that’s about to happen. She comes home, sees my dirty socks on the floor and starts to ramp some insanity up. I walk out of the kitchen munching on like 5 eclairs at once, see her face turning red, spit out the eclairs and try to diffuse the situation.
“In a world where eclairs really don't cost that much and are easily purchased at the corner store. A young man TEMPORARILY places his socks on the floor FOR ONLY A FEW SECONDS, then picks them up and places them in the hamper. It seemed like all was lost but in reality, it was just temporarily not perfect. All is well in the world..."
That would usually calm her down. It helps to have some movie trailer music cued up on a nearby stereo at all times. You really want to set the mood. Try keeping some popcorn and 3D glasses in key positions around your house and whip them out mid-trailer. It'll work!
One final thought: Feel free to come up with trailers for sequels if she tries to bring that argument back again. And trust me, she WILL try to have that argument again. That’s how women roll.
"Just when you thought it was safe to eat eclairs barefoot in the kitchen... "
Don't forget to check out my HD erotica! Booking new shoots now, wait till you see who's booked!!
Sassie
Pesky
...and check out the impromptu set I shot with Sassie!
"Steamy"
Anyway, she'd lose her mind over the smallest, normal day-to-day annoyances. After a few years I figured out that you needed to nip that shit right in the bud before it got outta hand, otherwise you’d have a pissed off, sad, needy, vindictive sack of nutjob on your hands... and that shit don’t wash off easy.
Kinda like molasses that cries while throwing things at you.
So I had to come up with some way to let her know she was crossing the line into insanity without pissing her off and making it just escalate out of control. It’s a delicate fucking process people, trust me. What I was doing is trying to tell her that her life was like a fucking movie. I’m watching the movie, so I know that Mrs. Doubtfire is Robin Williams in a dress, Bruce Willis is a ghost and shit like that but she doesn’t. She’s IN the movie. She’s the dumb blonde walking up the stairs TOWARDS the serial killer we ALL KNOW is there.
So I say, DELICATELY: “baby, I’m watching this movie of your sanity (or lack there of). I can hear the music escalate when you’re getting towards a big ‘event’. I can see cutaways of your craziness seconds in the future. (this movie has a creative editor, it jumps back and forth a lot, go with me here). I can tell you when you’re about to be ‘attacked’ and help you. Let me help you."
She seemed up for the idea, thanks to my clever movie analogy.
So I figured out how to warn her. I give her a teaser trailer of the movie that’s about to happen. She comes home, sees my dirty socks on the floor and starts to ramp some insanity up. I walk out of the kitchen munching on like 5 eclairs at once, see her face turning red, spit out the eclairs and try to diffuse the situation.
“In a world where eclairs really don't cost that much and are easily purchased at the corner store. A young man TEMPORARILY places his socks on the floor FOR ONLY A FEW SECONDS, then picks them up and places them in the hamper. It seemed like all was lost but in reality, it was just temporarily not perfect. All is well in the world..."
That would usually calm her down. It helps to have some movie trailer music cued up on a nearby stereo at all times. You really want to set the mood. Try keeping some popcorn and 3D glasses in key positions around your house and whip them out mid-trailer. It'll work!
One final thought: Feel free to come up with trailers for sequels if she tries to bring that argument back again. And trust me, she WILL try to have that argument again. That’s how women roll.
"Just when you thought it was safe to eat eclairs barefoot in the kitchen... "
Don't forget to check out my HD erotica! Booking new shoots now, wait till you see who's booked!!
Sassie
Pesky
...and check out the impromptu set I shot with Sassie!
"Steamy"
G'day, Mates!
I've been working a metric fuckton of shows, suffering immense jaw & tooth pain thanks to some angry tonsils and up to a bunch of no good...
I launched a pirate FM radio station! Streaming info to come...
I'm working on FIVE screenplays at once!
I learned how to dress instrument frets from one of the best!
I unlocked a few golden guns on CoD:MW3!
I wrote at least 10 more minutes of stand up material!
I'm shooting HD erotica!
Sassie
Pesky
...and shooting sets with Sassie!
"Steamy"
So lots going on, yeah! Pretty epic considering I spent most of the last 4 weeks in insane pain with almost zero sleep. I can't wait to see what I'm able to do next month with no pain!!!
I've been working a metric fuckton of shows, suffering immense jaw & tooth pain thanks to some angry tonsils and up to a bunch of no good...
I launched a pirate FM radio station! Streaming info to come...
I'm working on FIVE screenplays at once!
I learned how to dress instrument frets from one of the best!
I unlocked a few golden guns on CoD:MW3!
I wrote at least 10 more minutes of stand up material!
I'm shooting HD erotica!
Sassie
Pesky
...and shooting sets with Sassie!
"Steamy"
So lots going on, yeah! Pretty epic considering I spent most of the last 4 weeks in insane pain with almost zero sleep. I can't wait to see what I'm able to do next month with no pain!!!
My latest erotic video shoot for my "Happy Girls In My Bed" series went so well that I had to break it up into two parts! Check out the unbelievably sexy Pesky and let me know what you think!
I'd love it if SG paid me to make these...
I love shooting this stuff...
P.S. I'm booking models for shoots now!
I'd love it if SG paid me to make these...
I love shooting this stuff...
P.S. I'm booking models for shoots now!
I've got a lot to blog about:
comedy, death, life...
Unfortunately I'm not quite ready for that. In the meantime, I'll leave you with this teaser clip of a sexy HD video I recently shot of the lovely Sassie. Enjoy!
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comedy, death, life...
Unfortunately I'm not quite ready for that. In the meantime, I'll leave you with this teaser clip of a sexy HD video I recently shot of the lovely Sassie. Enjoy!
[VIDEO]
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The moment of orgasm gives me ultimate clairty. It’s like a hyper-fast acid trip followed by the most sane millisecond I’ve ever experienced. What this boils down to is that on days when I’m not sure what I should do, I go have an orgasm. It's kind of like meditation, only there's cleanup involved.
Sex, masturbation, whatever. It all works. As soon as I’m in that moment of pure bliss, my brain figures out exactly what I should do next and flashes it before my eyes. I’ll start cumming, be surfing that wave of pleasure like a fucking tanned Hawaiian when all of a sudden "Skyrim, Weed & Pizza” will just appear there, right between her tits.
Her beautiful, cum-soaked tits.
I've been doing this interesting little "decision making exercise" for YEARS now and have often wondered if I could use this skill in practical situations. Some of those college finals were hard, you know... I could've used the help.
"Fuck, was it DNA or RNA? I better go to the bathroom..."
How about at work? What if I had become a cop? A highly-respected bomb expert cop who's so calm he smokes a cigar while diffusing dangerous bombs as everyone runs out of the room screaming. What if I came across that one real bitch of a bomb that I just couldn't figure out? Some arch-enemy set this elaborate bomb in a school that only I can diffuse and the clock is ticking...
"Shit, is it the red wire or the blue wire? I can't fucking remember...CLEAR THE ROOM!"
So I decide to jerk off over this ticking timebomb... it's probably the only time in history someone busted a nut to save a bunch of schoolkids and teachers.
Hey, we can't let the terrorists win.
Happy Valentines Day!
Sex, masturbation, whatever. It all works. As soon as I’m in that moment of pure bliss, my brain figures out exactly what I should do next and flashes it before my eyes. I’ll start cumming, be surfing that wave of pleasure like a fucking tanned Hawaiian when all of a sudden "Skyrim, Weed & Pizza” will just appear there, right between her tits.
Her beautiful, cum-soaked tits.
I've been doing this interesting little "decision making exercise" for YEARS now and have often wondered if I could use this skill in practical situations. Some of those college finals were hard, you know... I could've used the help.
"Fuck, was it DNA or RNA? I better go to the bathroom..."
How about at work? What if I had become a cop? A highly-respected bomb expert cop who's so calm he smokes a cigar while diffusing dangerous bombs as everyone runs out of the room screaming. What if I came across that one real bitch of a bomb that I just couldn't figure out? Some arch-enemy set this elaborate bomb in a school that only I can diffuse and the clock is ticking...
"Shit, is it the red wire or the blue wire? I can't fucking remember...CLEAR THE ROOM!"
So I decide to jerk off over this ticking timebomb... it's probably the only time in history someone busted a nut to save a bunch of schoolkids and teachers.
Hey, we can't let the terrorists win.
Happy Valentines Day!
was looking at internet porn the other day... for the articles... and I noticed an interesting economy going on in porn that I hadn’t noticed before. A thriving economy that's probably been going on for years out in the valley or wherever they shoot porn these days. The movie clips are always named something like “Tight wet teen sucks and fucks FOR CUM” or “Slutty MILF gets rewarded with a BIG LOAD”...
Is there a town in California or Arizona or whatever where girls actually get paid in CUM?
Did she really suck and fuck that guy just for a couple of shots of his man juice?? Was that 2 hour-long video shoot on the hood of a Mustang in 6-inch heels and huge bullshit hair really worth a few squirts of man-batter?
Are there any rentals available that allow pets cause I’m fucking there!
I’m shooting money out of my dick EVERY DAY (sometimes several times a day) and not getting anything in exchange! No goods, no services, no hot wet teens OR slutty MILFs.
OK, I'm getting a few hot wet teens and slutty MILFs but I seriously doubt they're in it for my cum.
What tax bracket are you in if you deal exclusively in cum? Like , if you get audited...
“uh, ma’am under ‘gross yearly income’ it says here you made ‘13 gallons’? what is that?”
"That's semen. It was a very good year."
“I see... yes, well.. .that certainly is GROSS yearly inCUM but not exactly what the IRS was looking for with this particular form...”
Is there a town in California or Arizona or whatever where girls actually get paid in CUM?
Did she really suck and fuck that guy just for a couple of shots of his man juice?? Was that 2 hour-long video shoot on the hood of a Mustang in 6-inch heels and huge bullshit hair really worth a few squirts of man-batter?
Are there any rentals available that allow pets cause I’m fucking there!
I’m shooting money out of my dick EVERY DAY (sometimes several times a day) and not getting anything in exchange! No goods, no services, no hot wet teens OR slutty MILFs.
OK, I'm getting a few hot wet teens and slutty MILFs but I seriously doubt they're in it for my cum.
What tax bracket are you in if you deal exclusively in cum? Like , if you get audited...
“uh, ma’am under ‘gross yearly income’ it says here you made ‘13 gallons’? what is that?”
"That's semen. It was a very good year."
“I see... yes, well.. .that certainly is GROSS yearly inCUM but not exactly what the IRS was looking for with this particular form...”
I didn't get the job with Etsy...
They had nothing but awesome things to say about me but in the end, they picked someone else.
Oh yeah, and like 9 other things that suck happened.
Time to go back to sleep.
They had nothing but awesome things to say about me but in the end, they picked someone else.
Oh yeah, and like 9 other things that suck happened.
Time to go back to sleep.
