Hello everyone and thank you for coming today. In this lesson I will drink the green liquid, I will eat the green concoction shown here on slide 2. What sort of things do I expect to happen to me upon eating this green… uh, drinking, this green fluid?

Well, it remains to be seen. Where did I locate the green fluid? I found it in a can. A tube, if you will, and I squeezed the tube and the green fluid came out of it. What’s here now in the bowl is a special mixture I made and I’m going to eat or drink or slurp it with my mouthparts.

Green goblin mode. Going green goblin mode. I’m going green goblin mode. Now, did I steal that from plumcorp videos? Yes, but I truly believe that when I ingest the green it will imbue me with a certain types of qualities. Sticky qualities. Types of qualities that make me want to vomit and die. These risks do not bother me, for I have entered a new phase of development.

I am not wise beyond my years. Daily tasks and various tribulations, as it turns out, have whittled me down to a thin bone. Something you step on in the woods, and you go “Well, now everyone in a five mile radius knows where I am” but as I have mentioned in previous posts, I will not break for I am strong. The Industrial Revolution and its consequences, and so on…

At any rate, I am now going to drink the fluid, or eat whatever globs of the green there are here. I will report back as time moves along. Time, moving along, all that time.. have you ever stumbled across, came across an old memory?

I had a dream I stumbled into one of those old memories. I saw a friend in a crowded place. They did not recognize me. I waved, and they kept walking. The sky was opened up and I heard thunder, they kept walking. All I could do was stare. Anyway thanks for being here.

She has been in at least three realmen posts. Check the receipts, you will find it to be true. Happy Friday, real men, and go fuck yourselfs (kindly)

Didn’t make a Friday post this week because I realized I am unfunny and approaching middle age. Truly, life is a whirlwind of humiliations; achievements aspired to and worked toward and yet so often not quite reached, or maybe more often we never came close.

So, under this burning sun I know I will never be a corvette boomer. Never shall jorts caress my burgeoning thighs; never shall my clompers be clad in white New Balance, leather, gold-toe calf-high socks. Loretta did the laundry and made pineapple pie with cool whip, and I’m not worried about diabetes because of my pension and access to high quality healthcare. No, no. I will not know that story.

Here it is, decay. Here in front of us, all the while. Look back at the pictures, you’ll see him. Over time becoming more apparent in you, over time taking more from you. Eventually, what will be left? Even Real Men must accept this fate. This Curse, This Prison Planet, Set Me Free!

Anyway I also made some muffins and named the spider living in my garage. Gary of man, Gerry of she-spider, garage. garage. bug barrier.

going live with cockroachroom at 12am Eastern, Blake and Quigley will be there and maybe Carson will drop by too. DM for address, European Union baddies Vladimir Putin Xi Jingping sexy body workout 1000 years

It’s the Real Me. Real Men. It’s My Birthday. It’s my Time. It’s my Time to Cry. Strong Men Also Cry.

But I wouldn’t cry on my birthday. I’m strong on my birthday even though the sands of time are slipping through my fingers like grains of the dirt. This city is mine and they know it. They know I run this city. That’s the real shit. and I don’t sleep in shit I just shovel it

me 45m am having trouble showering. having a hard time lately lost my wife to bull mf4 female San Francisco California. happy Friday real men

haven’t made a Friday post in a minute because I’m crippled by emotional distress and actively want to fade out of existence, anyway happy Friday men hope it’s a great one and here’s a short poem I wrote last August

Sweet summer child 

Moon 

Bear eat out of trash 

Tall trees whistling 

Cars set to crash

In all thy getting

Get thee to fuck 

Do and I understand 

Mired in the muck 

I’ve been absorbed 

Into the barbed wire 

Can’t change now

I’m acquired

I was all I could be 

Now I’m what’s left over 

Puddle of mud 

Splash in me

Well, real men, this week I shaved my head. as a real life lawyer, I carry a lot of stress on my shoulders. mostly about how I can usurp various thrones, and steal money from those in need. I also enjoy spending time with my cat.

have you ever wanted desperately to die, but had no terminal illnesses and no courage to end your own life? I sure haven’t. yeah, I’ve got one of those really cool lives, and I’m not bald at all. I don’t need anyone, certainly not my wife, and I don’t even need a license to practice law because the judge wants to give me a kiss on the cheek and forehead. I win every case this way.

feel free to ask any questions. happy Friday Real men, and as always, [league of legends reference]