During my senior year as an undergrad, the guys in my apartment decided it’d be cool to make a spoof paper and send it out to various friends and professors, the janitorial staff, some squirrels living in the backyard and your mom. Unfortunately for all the aforementioned parties (or perhaps fortunately, depending on your point of view), the paper never came into existence, primarily because I was the only one who wrote any articles. So the following three entries were my attempt at creating a bit of love and joy and sexual healing throughout our little village in Ohio. You’ll have to decide for yourselves whether they would have worked or not. Especially on the squirrels.
My bad…
You may have noticed that the span of time between this entry and the last is approximately three months. Thus, to my regular readers (assuming there are any), to anyone who has visited the site, anyone who will visit the site, anyone who stumbled upon it while looking for porn… okay, to everyone in the universe, my most sincere apologies. Continue reading “My bad…”
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Think of the poor buffaloes
It was just like any other dinner, really. We ate, we drank, the food occasionally made an effort to escape from the plate, some people considered sitting nearby and thought better of it when they heard the conversation—same old, same old… Continue reading “Think of the poor buffaloes”
