Thank You, Depression and Diabetes

I'm sitting in my cube thinking that I need more money and that I don't want to eat the lentils my wife made for dinner. (They are delicious, of course, but I'm not in the mood. I want a $40 steak.) I'm wondering where the fuck my promising writing career went—seemed promising in grad school... Continue Reading →

Advertisements

Ask the GMan – He ALWAYS Hits the SPOT #4

Normally I'm not attracted to black women, but there is a food truck near my work that serves the best Monte Cristo sandwiches you can imagine. The girl who takes my order is black, has a big smile, and giant boobs. Every time I go, she smiles and tells me she wants me to bang her... Continue Reading →

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: