Living Out Loud

“I Feel Good”

My Penis Problem

Hello. I would like to introduce myself. My name is Troy. I’m 25-years-old and in great physical shape. Above is a photo of me taken down by The Ohio River this past summer. I’m a hell of a handsome dude, don’t you think? I work out constantly. I have really big muscles. I’m built, ladies. (photo: male.powersexlife.com)

                                                   

New Year Resolutions

Smoke more cigarettes in Cincinnati bars and blow the smoke up the Health Department’s ass.

Eat cheese coneys until I gain an additional one hundred pounds.

Eat more often at Redfish.

Smoke more crack but enjoy it less.

Save money on toilet paper and start picking up Cin Weekly. It’s free. Seriously.

Continue to pick up hookers in Covington in 2007, but in the New Year, remember to wear protection.

Drink more beer.

Continue to dodge child support. The kid doesn’t even look like me.

Continue to live off unemployment.

Remain an outstanding citizen of The Queen City.

 

Alan, The Drunk & Drug Addict.

(Photos: Google.com)

I Gave In

(photo: Google.com)

Some days back, I wrote a post here called “Conservative Sex.” Many thought I meant having sex only one way – in one position. What I was referring to was getting away from the bed and making love in other places in my apartment and my boyfriends. Again, being born and raised here in Cincinnati and on the West Side has made me conservative in a lot of ways even if I don’t want to me. My new boyfriend opened my eyes.

Printerphobia Hell

So, I was happily writing poetry, and it came time to print. Always a good feeling, when work is done, and it’s time to see the product. These poems were going to be printed on pretty paper and given for Xmas. I was way ahead of schedule, and quite pleased with myself. If I were more flexible, I would’ve patted myself on the back.

Baby, Throw Away That Razor

I like the natural look. I believe women should look the way nature intended.

I’m talking hair here.

Have Yourself ...

. . .a Merry little Christmas, or whatever this day does for you. Marilyn, C.A., Teri, Karen, Brian, The LOL Girl, yours truly and the rest who contribute here appreciate your visits. We’ll be back with a new post tomorrow.

Larry Gross

(P.S. - wanted to put up this traditional Christmas picture. You know how that Jean is)

A Christmas Story

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Christmas Music - Mutiple Choice

Sobriety is Overrated

I love drugs. I don’t mean the caffeine, nicotine, alcohol and Prozac that makes reality bearable for most people. I love all those, of course, but they’re just for base-line, day-to-day living. For recreation, I like marijuana, magic mushrooms and acid when I can find it. I don’t do needles or crack. You gotta have standards, right?