Life away from home

It is good to be back, friends, family, blog lovers, and other various stragglers to this site.

In case you didn't know, for the better part of a week I have been in rehab.  I was forced by the other shareholder of the company to get treatment because I was letting business and and this blog in particular slide down a couple of notches.

I don't know if you have watched the television shows about real life sex addicts.  While it might seem ridiculous, you say "just keep it in your pants," this is a very serious disease and I can tell you it has been a nightmare first hand.

Simply going one whole day without getting my man sceptor wet is like getting my fingernails pulled out, and then replaced, only to get them pulled out again.

You think this is funny.  It is not.  I have gone five, count them, five days of living through this ordeal.  And I am doing ok.

It doesn't help that I look so damn good, and all these women just want to wife me.

It might be rough going for a while.  I know, I said rough.  Forgive me, it is a difficult process, my mind shall be in the gutter a while longer and we are working on this next.  And yes I like rough intercourse.

I don't know how Adam does it.  I guess it helps to have the IQ of the average marmoset.  He is able to go into deep hibernation, and I will be piquing his brain for pointers.  Thats right, I said pointers.  That is not what she said, I am getting sick of that phrase.

Speaking of Adam, we had it out a little this morning.  I guess he has called me some disparaging names, and has been extremely critical of my blogging skills.  It wouldn't be so bad, but he knows I hate being called fictional.  The proof is in the numbers.  I have far more views than his silly little book.

So, for Christmas this year I am sending him to Rawaanda, not Somalia.  We will see if some intratribal warfare gives him some perspective.

More coming very soon, stay tuned.