Allow me to introduce myself... I'm a man of wealth and taste...

Well... minus the wealth. Allow me to give the background for the handle I've given this internet publication ("blog" sounds like I'm a high school girl writing about the latest cafeteria gossip). Basically, Erwin and I were talking about the curses of writing, and I think the biggest is that people in general seem disinterested with reading these days. So, I got the idea for a book that would really grab the interest of the everyday low-attention span American male. It would be called Tits 'N Wits: Pics and Schticks to Keep You Entertained; and the cover would be filled with pictures of...titties. Big tits, little tits, Asian tits, Black tits...even a few pairs with the braille nipples, the Stevie Wonders.

And so ideally, Joe Plumber would go walking through Borders bookstore, on his way to the food court across the mall, and from the corner of his eye he'd see this book and stop. "Boobies, boobies, boobies!" he'd scream, and run over to pick up this hardcover gem of...entertainment. Inside would be tid bits of hilarity, generally good manvice (advice for men, or perhaps vices that men like?), anecdotes, and of course...breasteses. Would it be critically acclaimed and compared to the likes of Faulkner and Hemmingway? Of course not. But the fucker would sell, and by making me rich...it would help the economy. So lets all do our part, look for it in stores Spring of 2011...its a while out, but I have a lot of pictures to take between now and then.