Boo Boo and no kiss

Was working on a music video when I sprang my ankle, can you believe it... not one of the hot extras (walking furniture-film industry term) wearing skimpy bikinis came to my aid... what ever happen to giving a 'boo boo' a kiss?... I thought I over heard 'suck it up wuss'...  I toughed it out now I'm paying for it by hobbling around... I think I over heard at local Starbucks while getting my cup of java 'suck it up wuss'... where is the pity?... where is my kiss for my 'boo boo'?... what does a guy have to do to get a little care-tenderness-aw-poor baby-THE FUCKING KISS on or near my ouchy! I got to go now, hobble over to the fridge to get ice pack to ice my ankle... where is the hot milf nurse wearing that 'naughty nurse outfit'?...

What's been doing.

Well it happened again... I got work for Saturday or more like Saturday Afternoon for a very low low low budget which mean very very very low pay... fuck... it's so low that its based on a day rate even although its union... what makes a day in the film industry?... 12 hours is the usual but most of the time it's more like 18 to 20 hours for a day... oh boy it's going to be like film school 101 (shooting a student film)... lucky... if I didn't need the hours for bennies... well that's another story... I'll try to post pics from the set and location... the Studio I'm going to be at tomorrow is Los Angeles Stages, better know as the Union 76 Building downtown... as for the actors in this little comedy?... I really don't know who they are... nor am I paid enough to want to care... the only thing I care is that the check is good!!!... that's rule number one when working in the film industry "the check good"... question number one in the film industry is "what's the rate"... if I keep getting these kind of calls I'm going to end up commuting on a vespa to work like in the pic... see ya in the movie theaters...  as for the update of getting down to my porn weight... I've been pedaling my ass over to the local Starbucks where I get my cup of java with banana and cheesy bagel/cream cheese... after hanging out for a bit enjoy a couple of cups of java and watching the people come-n-go... then back to the flop... later in the evening it's been a couple of burgers from the habit joint (guacamole double cheese burger and a bacon burger)... the night before that it was a shrimp burrito with chips n guacamole... then for tonight it was Chinese (noodles, BBQ Chicken, BBQ Pork, Spicy Pork with 3 egg rolls) feel full but not stuffed.  I think I should be getting a Vespa!

Cougars on the hunt! (tugging at the hem of little black dress)

this tale is about what I don't understand being a guy... lets start the tale near the beginning shell we... I pedaled my ass over to the local Coffee Cave (here's a note-pedaling against the wind is like pedaling up hill-you huff & puff)... jumping ahead a bit... I was enjoying my cup of java on the inside of the Coffee Cave when I noted across the street at the 'Cougar's Hunting Bar' the Cougars where beginning to gather... how could I tell that the Cougars are on the hunt... it's the tribal hunting wardrobe they wear... its like a uniform... (as seen in pics)... everyone of them Cougars wears it... what is it?... the very short short low cut show the boobs off even if you don't have any boobs to show-world renown little black dress... I got my second cup of java and headed outside of the Coffee Cave to sit ringside to watch the Cougars parade into their den... there where short ones, tall ones, small ones, fat ones, way to skinny ones all gathering at the 'Cougar's Hunting Bar', they all where wearing the uniform in one version or other... oh and the 'porno pumps' you girls know what I mean... high heels you can barely walk in, makes you look like you're walking on your tippy toes... the other thing about Cougars is trying to tell their age... it's the most trickiest of math you have ever done... its based on 21 then you've got add by sevens or is it tens I still have trouble with it... if you ever catch a Cougar they only admit to the first or second 21 years of age (its like figuring out dog years but one year doesn't equal 

seven in human years)... another thing about Cougars is they travel in packs, but will turn on eachother the moment 

they get the scent of male young blood, its never pretty when the turn on each other or go in for the kill... anyway back to watching the gathering of Cougars... how can you tell how much experience a Cougar has (tell tail signs)... 'tugging of the hem of your way to short black dress' is a sign of not have much experience... a Cougar of experience would let the very very short black dress do as it please well she moves about, it's her way of drawing in young pray, so she can pounce on them... the Cougar I was watching without her knowing it was inexperience, how much I'm not sure... it went like this... her and her cock-blocker (men have wingmen-women have cock-blockers) wearing the uniform of the very short little black dress climbed out of their knockoff MB (Japanese made car)... they did the usual after closing the car doors of boosting the boobs to show them off better... fingering combing of the hair, to give it that I'm wild look (longing for that just fucked hair look), the puckering of lips for checking lipstick, and so on... but the last thing they do on the check list is tugged down the hem of their little black dress... here is the kicker for every three step they take its tug the hem down... why is this?... is it because they aren't wearing the right kind of panties?... be it the matching black ones or matching black thong showing off the ass when bending/walking or is it they're not wearing any at all? (I can only hope)... a real experience Cougar wouldn't care about showing panties or showing not having panties... remember its the hunt that they are interested in... I watch this inexperienced Cougar walk in with her cock-blocker then come back out by herself to get something out of her mock MB... again every three steps 'tug down at hem'... that means she tugs at the front near her pussy so not to show panty or none at all, the other spot is at the ass, doesn't want to be showing her pussy from behind or what kind of panty is covering her pussy lips... I find this very amusing... I'm an old guy so I past my expression date with Cougars... but it doesn't mean I can't hunt them... here kitty kitty kitty... here kitty kitty kitty... I've got some cream for ya!

Going More Green To Fight Hot Dog Run-a-way!

Once again I'm updating what's been going on with me on getting down to my porn weight. I been using my bike more to get around, leaving the car at home. This is good for two reasons, it helps me burn fat which is way cheaper than gas. The other is I'm going more 'green', doing my best to help the planet. While I was out yesterday pedaling my ass around I went to the local Chevy dealer. I wanted to see the Volt from GM. I think it's a good ideal to make more cars us other power sources than a gas engine. The think I found a bit odd is the price they have for the Volt, 50k loaded, 40k stripped. Why buy a Volt when you can buy a hot Audi or BMW at that price. I think GM should rethink the price on Volt or give it a better looking body style. (now back to update). As usual I start my day by pedaling my ass over to the local Starbucks for the first cup of the day. I also get a banana if they got any. I sit and enjoy my java while watching the world around me. By the time I'm ready for my second cup I get a cheesy bagel/cream cheese to go with it, sometimes I don't. While enjoy that cup I check what's going on with twitter and facebook or chat it up with a few of the baristas. When I'm finish I pedal back to my flop. Then when its time for what would be dinner I do my best not to let my eyes get bigger than my stomach. For awhile there I have been letting my eyes get the better of my stomach, but as of a few day back I've gotten control over that; eating only to feel full not stuffed. A few nights ago I went to Der Weenie where I stuffed myself with hot dogs of all kinds; where I should have only gotten a couple I let my eyes get the better of my gut. I felt like a food junky; its the crash that makes you feel like shit. So I got myself back to eating only when I'm hungry and not letting my eyes get the better of my gut.  A couple of nights ago I went to Carl's Jr for two Santa Fe Chicken sandwiches, that's it nothing else. As for last night I had Chinese but again I didn't let my eyes get the better of my gut. The thing with Chinese is that no matter what you eat you feel stuffed but not the stuff feeling that your gut is going to bust. Now for tonight thinking of hot dogs but not from Der Weenie instead from the local place up the street. These hot dogs will be wrapped in tortillas. I will only get two not four or five. I will not let my eyes get the better of my gut. The drive behind this is to get hot MILFs to 'eye fuck' more and to fit better into shorts that I have in the drawer (a size smaller), not to be doing the lay down on the bed to zip them up routine. More later on how things are going. 

Have a good long weekend-happy holidays. Remember this is the summer season kick off... go to more movies so I can get more work! Thanks from the management!

double standards... or why old fat guys got to strip joints...

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Proud Daddy!

It fucking figures! I ask God for three things... not in a pray like most of those who can't stop preaching or thumping the Bible... or profess to be born again (Lucy you've got a lot of explaining to do-I would think the term should be found again-like, I missed placed it but now I found it again but not born-ouch)... here's the deal I ask God to grant-give-lead-bring-open-you get the idea, most of the time this type of begging or promise usually follows having your head in the toilet give homage to the porcelain throne... you say something like, "Oh God if you get me out of this... or make it go away... or make me feel better... I'll never do it again, I promise"... I call this the 'Drunken Promise' (come on I know more than a few of us have been there done that)... you get the drift... well it happened God did it... so far, one out of three ain't bad but who's fucking idea was it that this piece of shit world is going to end tomorrow or if you're reading this Saturday it would be today... who says God doesn't have a sense of humor... could I be so lucky that he/she gives me the other two things I've been asking for before 6:00pm (shit I hope its in the pm-I'm gonna need my cup of java)... "come on God if you do this I won't do that... I promise, swear to God"!... (D'OH)... now you're asking yourself what is it that he/she did?... simple... my son got his directing/production deal!... come on God what about me.... pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease... you can go now I'm just going to keep begging here for a bit.... Yup proud Daddy!.. hey God before you pull the fucking plug on this mud ball could you do me one more favor... pleaseplease... I promise I'll be---- 

Something new from the Coffee Cave!

The Coffee Cave is doing something to drive me up the wall... how is it that the marketing Baristas know I'm a coconut/chocolate freak... damn them to hell... I going to admit that I am a gold card/my card app for iPhone carrier... I can get java no matter what Coffee Cave I wonder into around the world, even though I don't have any wampum in my pocket (yup they got an app for that)... now back to our tale... they make this drink for the summer months only why I don't know... what they should do is have it all year around at every Coffee Cave around the world no matter where... here's the thing... the concoction at my local Coffee Cave is made a bit different from other Coffee Caves... so this would be the disclaimer... now I got to write this as well... it will blow any diet out the fucking window, it's a food junkie's overdose, make any diabetic go into shock, giving a sugar high to any little kid causing them to bounce off walls... (disclaimer) should be keep out of the reach of small children... the stuff that gets dumped into the cauldron blender... half and half (yup the semi heavy stuff-thank the gods they don't use heavy whipping cream-the heart stopping stuff)... chocolate coffee base (caffeine almost never tasted so good)... more chocolate syrup (are you drooling yet?)... coconut flavor elixir... and here is the key (at lease to my little fetish)... add more coconut flakes when blending, so there will be coconut flakes throughout, like a 'Mounds Bar' (so you get coconut flakes blocking the straw making you suck harder to get the concoction into your mouth-that just reads real bad)... add some ice to make it frosty... did I say add coconut flakes?... blend it up in the cauldron... add more coconut flakes... pour into a cup with chocolate drizzle... more coconut flakes... now here is where you can do a bit of change up by adding some caramel drizzle if you like but as for me why dilute it... now top it with whip cream... add some more chocolate drizzle... oh yeah and some coconut flakes for topping... yeah baby!!!... the only thing better would be having hot sex with a hot horny MILF... or... even better would be having a hot naked MILF and pour this concoction on her and licking it off... I don't see a downside here... anyone?... now for the pic it should be used as the LOGO for the drink... they could call it Cool CocoMilf & Coconut Frappaccino!