Dance puppet, dance!

Recently I had a request that I make my blog more entertaining. My friend, PK, who by his own self-acclaim is an expert comedian and he suggested that I fill my blog with more sexual exploits, since the readers love that stuff. I have two problems with this. One, he obviously has no idea how boring my weeks are. I come into this office for 8 hours, then I leave and go to the gym, and then I go home and try to find a way to waste time until the next work day comes around. Columbia in the summer is a ghost town, and besides the occasional trivia night, boxing, or live jazz at the Speakeasy, life is slow. Secondly, if I start writing about my sexual exploits, and those participating in them find the blog, they are less likely to continue.... so for now I'd rather kiss and not tell.

BUT.... hope is not lost. PK suggested if I wasn't willing to do that, that I should reference HIS sexual exploits, of which there are plenty. But most of them are old news and I'd like to hear some new material. So, in essence I'm issuing an 'open dick call' for PK. Now the pressure is on you my friend. Everyone out there is going to be anxiously awaiting your new stories, and you have to perform. End of story.

I'm gonna be away for a few days. My dad is having his 50th birthday this weekend and we're going whitewater rafting for a couple of days. Don't miss me too much. I'll probably return with lots of pictures and jokes about what happens in the woods of West Virginia. Please cue the banjo music from Deliverance.