Did I mention that I love Oprah. Oprah is the modern day, transgender, ultra tanned version of King Midas. Everything she touches turns to gold. And speaking of changing genders, I briefly considered changing myself to a young black girl and shipping myself to Africa so I can get a free education (available only to hardened convicts in America, who coincidentally switch genders as well, but by nightmare inducing persuasion though). I thought better of it however when I figured my EXTREMELY large clit would be viewed as a must have trophy to the cliterecto-mites down there. I bring this all up because I am watching the late night replay of the last installment of “Oprah’s Favorite Things“, and it is quite amusing to see how Oprah not only elicits joy and laughter from her audience. But in a room filled predominantly by females, she also elicits a variety of liquids. Tears, snot and I’m guessing by the unbridled joy on the faces of these women; many, many ounces of vaginal secretions run freely from their ducts. I am willing to wager Oprah brings more women to climax during one of these shows than all the hack script writers in the San Fernando Valley. Mark my words, in our life time, there will be a commemorative Oprah Winfrey stamp, especially if her favorite things continue to include chocolate covered hot wings.
I am THE CSS. Those of you who know me know that I am a man who says pretty much what is on his mind. At times I seem to have little regard for the thoughts or feelings of others. I have been labeled a robot, a monster, detached, and other unfavorable things in my short lifetime. Less than a handful however have ever queried as to why that might be. And to be quite fair, I haven’t extended an invitation to my “inner demons”. Well that is about to change. ... Read More..