Hell Why Not
I guess I'll explain the last paragraph here. Partly because I can, mostly because I can't sleep. So sometime in December one of my best friends discovered me through a drunken googling accident. At that point I said:
So she sent me an email with the subject line, "So how do you like [my law school]?" I subsequently shit my pants, did a couple of 8-balls, and went on a hooker killing rampage (the hooker killing may have been practice for this; or maybe I just like to kill hookers).
So now instead of just one of my best friends knowing who I am, there are now more people. Thankfully everyone has promised not to tell anyone who I amupon penalty of death, dismemberment, and subsequent stalking of your parents.
I will say that you people really picked a fucked up time to find this site. What with my thoughts on the perfect vagina and what I like to do/be done in bed. I blame those posts on the perverted readers that requested them. I'm not a pervert. I also never lie.
Luckily for you Unluckily for everyone, since I have no shame, pride, or dignity whatsoever, nothing here will really change and the site will stay up. Although I suppose now I should probably hold off on the post I was going to write detailing everyone, by name, in my section and the law school that I watned to sleep with or have slept with. Oh well. Shit happens.
So to my discoverers, welcome, and now is the time where you lose any and all respect you ever had for me to begin with. I pledge to disappoint you in a way that you never thought was possible. But I'm just good like that. Feel free to comment on any post (but if you comment on this one, do it anonymously so that other people reading don't know where I am). Oh, and if you have any hot slutty friends, be sure to send them my way.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to gomasturbate to bed.
I always assumed that discovery would come from someone at school coming across the blog and recognizing the post about my injuries.Well that's pretty much what happened this time, except in a more roundabout way. There's this girl at school who found my site. She saw that I went to law school in the south, saw the post about when my brief is due (I should really finish that fucker...), and then saw one post about something one of my professors said. So she asked some of her friends that are in my section. One of them went through some of the archives and eventually found the post about me trying to save that 12 year old girl from being beat up by ten huge biker guys and how I subsequently ended up injured worse than a hooker who doesn't give her pimp a cut of the money. That was pretty much all she wrote. I don't know exactly how the other person figured it out, but I'm guessing that it was the same way. I swear, you commit one completely altruistic act for a defenseless child, and all it does it highlight who you are. Such is life.
So she sent me an email with the subject line, "So how do you like [my law school]?" I subsequently shit my pants, did a couple of 8-balls, and went on a hooker killing rampage (the hooker killing may have been practice for this; or maybe I just like to kill hookers).
So now instead of just one of my best friends knowing who I am, there are now more people. Thankfully everyone has promised not to tell anyone who I am
I will say that you people really picked a fucked up time to find this site. What with my thoughts on the perfect vagina and what I like to do/be done in bed. I blame those posts on the perverted readers that requested them. I'm not a pervert. I also never lie.
So to my discoverers, welcome, and now is the time where you lose any and all respect you ever had for me to begin with. I pledge to disappoint you in a way that you never thought was possible. But I'm just good like that. Feel free to comment on any post (but if you comment on this one, do it anonymously so that other people reading don't know where I am). Oh, and if you have any hot slutty friends, be sure to send them my way.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go




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