de-Briefings by Sebastian. I needed my own brand. Charlie talks too much. I don’t. Charlie thinks too much. I don’t. Charlie worries about pandering. I don’t. Charlie tries to be positive. I don’t. I like it fast. I like it dirty. I want a million hits. I bitch. I bite. I blog. I post a picture of a half naked man whether it has anything to do with what I’m saying or not. I label it big dick. I imagine de-briefing him. I go.
WHAT THE ACTUAL FECK SALON.COM?
Trying to read an article about Rob Lowe kissing a man [CLICK HERE FOR ROB LOWE NAKED – NOT SALON BECAUSE I WOULD NEVER LINK A FECKING PURVEYOR OF POP-UP ADS] which I NATURALLY assumed would be about that long ago The Outsiders shoot during which Lowe was – I have no doubt – CRUISED – and I am assaulted by a sodding pop-up ad for some jackhole running for governor of Maryland which can be neither muted nor turned off.
SALON – this POPPING UP UNINVITED is an INVASION of my personal space! An ASSAULT & MOLESTATION and I WILL NO LONGER VISIT YOUR SITE OR READ YOUR BOLLOCKING CONTENT – I am sick of you tosser twonks and your gob shite ads popping up at me – it’s like capitalist flashing and frankly – no surprise here – I would rather have some decrepit old geezer rip open his slicker and wank his wrinkled diseased todger than be bombarded and molested by all these ads every sodding site I visit. Screw off you rotten poxy hobknockered plonkers.
So — Mr. Lowe — LOVE LIFE [CLICK HERE] is your SECOND MEMOIR — when are you going to spill about all the gobbie pipe-smoking bollocking frolicking that went on with all the blokes in The Outsiders? The world awaits whether Matt Dillon’s pizzle or Cruise’s plonker or C. Thomas Howell’s knob or Ralph Macchio’s tockley or Patrick Swayze’s willie was bigger?