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DEAR #PRISONMUSCLES: CATCH ME, I’M FALLING

Filed in #PrisonMuscles by on June 3, 2014 1 Comment
DEAR #PRISONMUSCLES: CATCH ME, I’M FALLING

Dear #PrisonMuscles, Hey Boo! I thought that maybe I was getting over my little crush on you but then I saw you help that little old lady who fell off the treadmill. That was very nice of you to rush to her aid. Seeing you play the hero kind of did something to me. I […]

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LATE NIGHT THOUGHTS ON REBAR AND ROMANCE

Filed in General, Job Blogs by on May 29, 2014 2 Comments
LATE NIGHT THOUGHTS ON REBAR AND ROMANCE

Someone made a comment to me about all of the displaced reBar couples. “What’s the big deal?” they flippantly asked. “It’s just money.” True, the couples have not lost their homes, jobs, or their health, but many of them have lost over $15,000, which is not chump change. Hell, there are a few couples who […]

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THE LAST DAYS OF DISCO, PART TWO

Filed in Growing Up by on May 22, 2014 0 Comments
THE LAST DAYS OF DISCO, PART TWO

Click Here to Read Part One The car erupted in laughter but I was red with embarrassment. I had just exposed myself to a car full of girls! Donna’s mom was full of I-told-you-so’s but didn’t seem angry. But the real drama happened when I tried to carefully remove the nearly-full bottle from my penis. […]

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THE LAST DAYS OF DISCO, PART ONE

Filed in General by on May 8, 2014 0 Comments
THE LAST DAYS OF DISCO, PART ONE

I once got my penis stuck in a Mountain Dew bottle while on the way home from seeing Disney on Ice. That very well may be the gayest sentence I have ever written, but it’s true. I was maybe nine or ten years old at the time and when Disney on Ice came to Market […]

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NOBODY NOSE

Filed in Growing Up by on April 29, 2014 0 Comments
NOBODY NOSE

Typically, my dreams are like fragmented pieces of a sloppily edited movie, seen through some sort of blurry and muted Instagram-esque filter. Very rarely do I remember my dreams. I might ponder on them within the first few seconds of consciousness, but as the chirping birds and the sun’s first light rouse me awake, my […]

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