I was going through some boxes of old college memories this morning — go Scarlet Knights — and came across this libido stiffener of a photo. Sure, these fillies weren’t much to look at and I can’t remember their names, but at least I didn’t have to pay a red dime for sex with any of them. Which is more than I can say about my carnal partners in recent years (not counting Maude Demaine).
Man, those were the days. I’d wonder what those girls are up to, but unfortunately they’re all in their late 40s or early 50s by now. And who on earth would want to catch up with old women?
Oswald J. Carver III (center) with his college harem.
Anyhow, while I have you here I guess I should thank my site administrator Shelton for updating the site’s look, but all he did was plug in a new template and tweak some settings. Whoop-de-freaking-do. And to think he had the gall to ask me for extra compensation because of it.
Regardless, all of your old favorites are still here along with an exciting new addition: Inspiration Station, which you’ll find at the bottom of the right-hand menu bar. (As I’ve said before, the best things in life can always be found on the far right.) I’ll periodically update the words of wisdom found there, but we’re starting off with a quote from my dear old dad — and a very apropos one at that, given the alarming rate at which St. Patrick’s Day is approaching.
Alright for now. Enjoy your weekend and if you happen to see Obama, kick him in the ass for me. Ciao.
