Posted by: Brandon_Iron
Joining a Jim - 04/29/10 08:10 PM
You see? It’s been so fucking long since my fat ass has lumbered into a gym that I forget the proper spelling. Look, it’s time to face some gigantic, cream-filled, facts: I need to get back into shape.
A decade or so ago, I did not intend on becoming runner up in The World’s Sexiest Man contest. It just sort of happened. I was 6 veneers and 6 inches in height away from taking Brad Pitt’s crown. Don’t bother looking it up. Trust me. It’s true.
Losing out to one half of the future Brangelina spiralled me down into a world of depression, despair, and Dunkin’ Donuts.
I quit porn to go to law school. Not many people know this about me. I thought I knew everything about torts only to flunk out. How was I to know they were talking about civil wrongs and not delicious German chocolate cakes? Seriously.
So I went back to porn and got caught up in the party lifestyle. I did a lot of coke. I did even more pepsi. Last month, I was nearly crushed by an avalanche of empty Mountain Dew cans.
I knew I had a problem when Sasha Grey congratulated me on being The Biggest Loser. I tried to correct her and say I wasn’t on the show. She just smiled, turned, and walked away.
My D-cup man boobs caused my last POV movie to be categorized as Girl-Girl by Hotmovies for their Video On Demand. I was devastated. Show some respect and call me a she-male! I was too depressed to return Joey Silvera’s calls about Rogue Adventures.
Enough! The Krispy Kreme ends here, I say! I joined a gym today and weighed in at 177.4 pounds. With the hope of seeing my penis in the not-too-distant future, I resolve to get back to my fighting weight back when I held the UFC welterweight championship belt. Again, don’t look it up. Just trust me.
A decade or so ago, I did not intend on becoming runner up in The World’s Sexiest Man contest. It just sort of happened. I was 6 veneers and 6 inches in height away from taking Brad Pitt’s crown. Don’t bother looking it up. Trust me. It’s true.
Losing out to one half of the future Brangelina spiralled me down into a world of depression, despair, and Dunkin’ Donuts.
I quit porn to go to law school. Not many people know this about me. I thought I knew everything about torts only to flunk out. How was I to know they were talking about civil wrongs and not delicious German chocolate cakes? Seriously.
So I went back to porn and got caught up in the party lifestyle. I did a lot of coke. I did even more pepsi. Last month, I was nearly crushed by an avalanche of empty Mountain Dew cans.
I knew I had a problem when Sasha Grey congratulated me on being The Biggest Loser. I tried to correct her and say I wasn’t on the show. She just smiled, turned, and walked away.
My D-cup man boobs caused my last POV movie to be categorized as Girl-Girl by Hotmovies for their Video On Demand. I was devastated. Show some respect and call me a she-male! I was too depressed to return Joey Silvera’s calls about Rogue Adventures.
Enough! The Krispy Kreme ends here, I say! I joined a gym today and weighed in at 177.4 pounds. With the hope of seeing my penis in the not-too-distant future, I resolve to get back to my fighting weight back when I held the UFC welterweight championship belt. Again, don’t look it up. Just trust me.