My Secret Life as a Super Pr*ck:
If my life was in song, it would be "The Imperial March" (Darth Vader's Theme) portraying power and totalitarian rule over Jimbo's ass -- otherwise known as "the Galaxy". Muahaha!
Contrary to false rumor and conjecture, I am not single because of an inability to get along well with others. That's poopy cock! I have high standards. Impress me with athleticism and strength, not how far you can extend your pinky, sipping on a girlie drink, while wearing a fagulous flowery shirt.
Do you know what I did for Valentines Day? I played a foe from Grindr who said he was going to kick my ass. Do you know how to charm my pants off? Tell me you are gonna kick my ass.
I warned this Grindr foe that we were playing "Loser Bottoms". I swept the 6'2" giant 6-0, 6-2 in straight sets. I would have collected on the bet, but my Mama had already called me to come over and eat. He should thank my Mama for saving his ass from certain destruction.
It is no secret that I have a deep seeded need to conquer, WIN, and subjugate all opposition. Does this make me crazy? One treacherous soul suggested that I should consider taking an Abnormal Psych class just for fun. Skating on thin ice, he remarked - "You could get your pic in the book and be famous!"
Instead of knocking the fuck out of him, I clenched my jaw. His disrespect was duly noted. I actually gave him 1 point for bravery. Payback WILL be forthcoming. I don't get mad... I get even.
Tonight, I play the sixth tennis match in seven days. On top of all the on court terror, I have worked out with a WOOFY personal trainer four times in the same period. No, I am not crazy. I'm dedicated.
posted by Brettcajun at Tuesday, February 15, 2011
13 Comments:
Where's the damn "like" button?
Ooohhhh...several things to comment on:
My Secret Life as a Super Pr*ck
Not so secret.
Your life in song: "Sunshine, Lollipops and Rainbows"
Your mama comes to your rescue....again.
Tonight, I play the sixth tennis match in seven days
The real reason you're single.
Sorry this blog used to be interesting and sort of amusing, but know its just egotistical rantings. You hate everyone and everything, you are totally negative. I won't bother reading anymore. I hope someone does kick your ass down a few pegs. You need it.
SUCK
MY
BALLS
Seriously, why don't you become a dom/master type and take some subs into your stable, er... i mean dungeon. I bet you would love it.
Sounds like a GREAT idea!!! :)
C'mon, man. When're ya gonna learn? Why don't you, like you seemed to before, (I imagined inspired, or supported by that seemingly sensible WI bf) take a break from your blog and just live a little away from it. But I mean, a really long break, not measured in days but instead weeks or months. Every time I take a look here I see you being your own worst enemy, BC. Life IS too short to waste precious moments on stupid things. Believe me - it is. I sense you are addicted to or that blogging has become a habit (and I understand it's not easy breaking habits) but I can almost guarantee if you cease and desist for awhile you will be happier, freer and better.
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Brett, as someone who has met you in your proper life...and someone who has met you outside of a bar, off the tennis court and in a relaxed and civil setting, I know this "online" BrettCajun is not the real Brett. Ugh, I said it. You're really a good guy.
Like most OCD and hyper competitive people, you go ape shit crazy when the bug bites you and sometimes this means you go off the deep end...working out with the personal trainer multiple times a week, playing tennis 3, 4 or 5x a week, blogging to your hearts content and updating your Facebook status like some people pass gas.
Keep on keeping trucking, little man. You're the shit and some dudes just can't help but stop by and look...it's like their own personal traffic accident...live and in color on the interweb!
I would LOVE to suck your balls. You know where I live....;)
Loser bottoms! Now that's a game we should all play!
Mr. Cajun, one can have a deep seated need for almost anything. To be deep seeded is something else entirely.
And what would we gay boys do with out mommas?
With so much going for you, I just want to better understand at what point you became afraid of being a successful gay man?
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