Blog fingers are blogging. Anyways, after my experience with the mafia earlier today, I got some Peruvian food delivered, tasty. I decided to go grab some ice and Coca Cola Zero for some mixers, drown my brain in alcohol, watch some Trump rally action and go to the bed like any normal, obese 36 year […]
Yeah, I have worked under pressure quite often, had a CFO of a Fortune 300 company tell me I didn’t type fast enough, I have had a cardiac surgeon throw a x-ray jacket at me because it wasn’t quick enough, went to jail and was told to disrobe in-front of many males and bend over […]
While I was laying in bed after finishing having intercourse with a lovely lady from the once prosperous country of Venezuela, I had an epiphany: I am fat, severely fat at that. I am laying there on my back, with a dick that can barely get hard, slightly out of breath (not sure it that’s […]
Saturdays may be for the boys but Sundays are for washing the ever-loving-filth off yourself from the night before!
Where do I even begin? There are so many ways I could go about this long awaited blog: “How long does it take for me to get through customers, check in at the apt, shower, go to La Piscina, grab a girl and some party”, “The Art of Kicking out a Hooker” or whatever but […]
well, well, well franklin…you did a beauty last night. was feeling myself after completing a long, ruff day at the office so I went and had a few beverages at the local tienda/sitting place. while there, I thought I noticed a working lady so I chatted with her, turned out, either she wasn’t working or […]
update: in Cartagena, staying next to where Obama’s secret service agents got in trouble (and fired) for bring “ladies” back to their pads at hotel Caribe…
where to start? I am deathly afraid of what is to come with my health right now. after last weekends more than deplorable behavior, I have a growth on my lip…I hope its just a zit.
goodness gracious…cant even fucking believe that I am writing this. lets hope that the chick that already has three kids has trouble getting pregnant…fml
feelings are a good thing and feelings are a horrible thing. usually, I have too many and they cause way too many problems hookers tell you everything, hookers tell you that you are god but you realize quickly when they leave, you are not god and you suffer amongst everyone else like a fucking loser