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Apparently, in London, Starbucks considers me a public health hazard.

Birthday cake, a nine-man gangbang, and knowing when to call it a night.

Taking a little break. Back soon.

Two very hot photos of my wife, and the question of what to do with them.

A tour through my greatest hits — heavy on pussy-licking, as it turns out.

Too much sun, not enough words.

Verbs I like.

A love story, on the subway.

An Australian general shows how it’s done, and our guys… don’t.

She disappeared slowly, then all at once. I miss her.