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Several well meaning friends, let’s call them Jim, have brought it to my attention that my site would be more popular and much more lucrative if I provided the public with a little more skin on these pages. I believe Jim’s exact expression was, “Money will come flying in! I’m serious big guy, you’ll be so rich! Women. And cars. Huge piles of money! Your mansion! A bunch of them! I‘m serious man!”

Although it may sound strange at first, this is Jim’s normal form of expression. His mind is constantly revving like a supercharged engine, fired up with amazing thoughts. I know this for a fact, because he has told me several times.

Every day since I’ve known him.

So rapid and numerous are these thoughts, that they often race each other to see who can get to his mouth first, where they inevitably pile up in a in a violent collision, only to emerge dented, smoking and sputtering, in no particular order.

But I have grown accustomed to all this.

What surprised me was the insulted yet insecure sensation that accompanied Jim’s suggestion. After some pondering and a good deal of musing, I have determined that his comments must contain some measure of this sexual harassment thing I keep hearing about. Which definitely seems strange to me. After all, having had the wisdom and business acumen to be born male, I never imagined that the success of my humor career would hinge on anything so trivial as sex appeal.

What kind of world is this where talent and drive are insufficient for achievement? Where the wheels of progress must be greased with ego-massaging and hormonal gratification?

Was I was naïve to think that dedication, perseverance, and skill were enough to ensure my success?

I guess so.

So, although it still pains me to prostitute my site in such a fashion, please step up, if you must, and lay your eager eyes on my exciting new attraction, Flesh of the Day.

I can only hope that I make enough money to someday buy back my self respect.

My “more” button doesn’t seems to work on this new version of WordPress, so you will simply have to scroll down to see the Flesh of the Day…and help pay the mortgage on my soul.

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Naked Exposed Flesh - Brent Diggs

I hope you’re happy, Jim!

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