volume 2

you have been the one, you have been the one for me

Ok, ok, I know I haven't posted in a while, but there's a good reason. I'm a really boring person.

Honestly though, since school has gotten back into full swing, things have become rather complacent in the House of Mo. Save for a stripper here or there, Jim Beam and I have had a relatively tame time. No, your faithful author hasn't met any loose women at the club, nor have I single-handedly saved my friends from a couple of royal ass-beatings. Nothing of the like. Sorry.

I know I promised the grand conclusion of my grand experiment, but for some reason I am an ant's toenail away from trashing the draft. I need motivation from the people, from the masses, from the fans. There are readers of this blog who live and die with every post, and I need to hear from you. And if you hate my guts, I want to hear from you more.

Do you want me to post the story about the stripper? Comment! Do you think I should have fucked the Blonde instead of the Brunette? Comment! Do you wish I wasn't so boring and actually posted about something exciting, like Carmen Electra's tits? Leave me some ideas! Oh, and comment! (File this whole paragraph under Foreshadowing: Obvious)

Hell, if you've got nothing else, ask me a question that you think I won't answer. Since I'm pretty sure I won't get any (questions, that is), I swear on the life of the Internet I will answer every single question that you want answered. That's right, huge balls right here.

Oh, did I mention you should comment?

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