*boyspoke…we’re not kidding around*

Just a week ago, I was just another guy with a blog, who liked to write about dumb chicks, cool cars and the general nightmare that is my life. Then I met a hottie online who told me about this new site, and that I was such a spiffy writer that I really needed to do some work for boyspoke.

I said sure, how much.

She said, ha ha.

I said, click.

Then I realized that I'd be a real fuckstick if I didn't get more of me out there, and a boy like me has gotsta write. I called up the dame and said, sure, let's get down with it.

And she gave me some info, and told me to write whatever I want, but not to be a dick.

To which I replied, you obviously do not know my work.

My name is Russel Wood, and I'm going to be your resident goober. I've got stories about the nicknames I give women, that one time I used my arm as a plunger, and I'll talk about my general obsession with boobies.

To which she replied, Russel? Like Russel the love muscle?

Click.

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