Porn's least conseqential figure Kevin wrote a long essay about attending a high school reunion recently. I counted eleven paragraphs. Seriously, I know most of you porn people never made it to college, so high school is your crowning intellectual achievement. But to be twenty years removed from graduation and writing that much about a reunion obviously signals that your best years came and went long ago. It doesn't matter if your ghost writer (translation = I can't write on my own) and your PR agent (translation = I'm not as relevant as I pretend to be) told you to go, it just signifies that porn is an intellectual challenge for you. Since you're not pretending to be one of porn's fake CPAs or lawyers, the douchebaggery associated with such a blog probably eludes you.

Especially when so much of it is dedicated to your battle with armpit cysts:

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At the same time I was watching the game I had been putting warm compresses on a cyst I had under my armpit. I had seen a Dr. in Woodland Hills two days earlier when I thought I had an ingrown hair, only to learn it could be a dangerous staph infection- So I had taken my medication as needed and followed Doctors orders to a T. I showered and started to get dressed for the big evening when I noticed a repulsive brownish yellow pus like fluid leaking from my underarm. The cyst had popped and was now draining goop into my hotel sink and all over the place!

This had to be the worst pain I have encountered in years and the fluid came out in copius amounts like I had tapped a maple tree for it's sap- It wouldn't stop!



I would have figured the dumbass who dreamt up that wildly sucessful "American Cannibal" would be a little tougher than that. By the way, how's the documentary doing at the box office?