talking code.

here is a little ditty about something that I discovered down at the Coffee Cave... its Sunday... the day of kick back and relax with a cup of java... in attendents was/is Guy Pal to Girls Barista (I want to use the word I usually use but-any way you get the ideal)... Got a Light Barista... and back by popular or is it unpopular demand Voodoo Witch Barista... we where all chatting up like a Chatty Cathy doll that had its string pulled hard... first what I did... there was a hot babe (almost of or just barely over 21) that came in, ordered something iced... I was sitting at the counter... on the 'pick up your fucking drink now counter' was/is a flower arrangement that was as big as a bush... hot young babe (at least  to me she is young) wearing shorts and some top that showed off her nice boobs (I prefer the word tits but hey)... as she was picking up her drink she commented on the flowers... me who can't let things slid... commented on how the flowers look like a fucking bush (because of the hight & bigness of arrangement)... thats when Voodoo Witch Barista walked away from watching and listening (I'm guessing Voodoo Witch was expecting me to work it and try to pick up on her-do they still say pick up?)... I guest Voodoo Witch Barista thought we where going to throw down... the hot young babe gives me the look of 'how dare you' counter me... my comment was roses are flower arrangements... it's not what I

said but the way I said it... meaning... like what you never got real flowers before?, wow aren't you not so special hot young babe... amazing how quickly she caught on... hot young babe grabbed her drink and wiggled her way out... Voodoo Witch Barista though I would chase that... 'nope' I told her... I don't think she believe me that I wouldn't chase something that young... the question why, came up as I remember... I told those who were listening that I have a son who's 30... who would knee cap me for being so cliche of a man going through middle-age-crises... the other would be I bring a hot  young babe home and she goes gaga for my son (so many wrongs there)... jump forward... I was telling a story of  'back in the day' which is old man lingo for I'm getting fucking old... of one of the Studios located in Hollywood that  was in the heart of Tranyville... Tranys (she-males, guys with boobs & dicks or chicks with dick, guys that look like women, dress like women but surprise in every package) working the street... I mean these guys had great looking boobs (this is sowrong) and look really convincing... I mean women
could take notes on what and how to wear clothes, makeup and how to 'work it'.... I was doing my best to talk in code so as not to upset the other 'prim & proper' visitors... I said  that these she-males where doing financial favors (i.e. meaning that you pay them, they favor you with she-male sex)... here is where things went off the rails-took a left turn from reason... Guy Pal to Girl Barista thought it meant, the she-males where doing your taxes? street walking she-male tax accounts doing your filing to the IRS or help with finance issues... that's all she-male wrote when Got a Light Barista, Voodoo Witch Barista and me bust out laughing... what made it more humorous was Guy Pal to Girls Barista was naive and didn't catch on at all... me and the others had to bring him up to speed... I got to say that sometime its good to laugh 'at' others... okay you got me its always fun to laugh 'at' others. 

 its wrong but see what I mean by women could learn something from these she-males.

been awhile-just for fucking fun

Doing laundry, not as bad as the pic I'm uploading with this post but a very close second... how is it if I do the whites last add the bleach it still  makes bleach spots on my colored (is that still okay to write or should it be darks? I don't know what is fucking PC anymore-fuck PC) clothes... its always the tee shirts never the Levi's short... thank God because I would have a hard time explaining bleach spots near the fly of my shorts... wouldn't mind having a hot MILF like this offering to do my laundry even if this happens... I fuck I need to get more quarter to feed the slots...(thanks to Vikky Vette for letting repost your pic I do enjoy your tweets and twitterpics)... I'll be posting more about getting down to porn weight soon... thanks for reading.






this is Vikky Vette from twitter, add her tweets, you'll get a kick out of them and you'll enjoy the pix as well. @vikkyvette, thanks for the management.

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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