I object to the video on the grounds that it gets too close to the truth. (Putting on Moderator hat.....Hmmmmmm....where's that DELETE button?)

I post pics documenting my sex life because I'm horny, lonely, and do not possess the social skills necessary to meet real women. I am a rat on a wheel stimulated by the release of dopamine in my brain each time I orgasm. I have made it to 40 years of age proving that not all unemployed people are accounted for in government statistics. I find it easier to pay women for companionship because I falsely believe it is cheaper than nourishing a healthy, loving relationship. My dependence on the approval of others masks a deep-seated insecurity and hardwired low-self-esteem. I fantasized about being in porn since a then-girlfriend complimented my fucking after we broke a bed together. My irrational exhuberance caused me to abandon any real hopes for a normal career. I realize that my body will rapidly decline in its ability to perform at any level of sex that is worth paying to see. Blowing money has been ingrained in my brain for so long that I know I will eventually burn through all my savings. Suicide-level depression will set in following the theft of my checkbook by the 2,234th update for www.loadmymouth.com date. Her name will absolutely end in the letter y, as in Mandy, Candy, or Haley. My last months in the very near future will play out like I am remaking Leaving Las Vegas. Gia Jordan will be the last person to photograph the Ironman, lying in a gutter outside Porn Star Karaoke with urine-stained pants and gonorrhea-stained Jockeys.

So, how was your day?