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The “real” me, released into the wild, unashamedly blunt, politically incorrect, brutally honest(in a nice way), funny, and still lovable. And still anonymous.

The mystery of cryptocurrency.

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A couple of weeks ago, I bought Dogecoin at .06 cents a share. I own 81, 000 shares. It cost me $5,000.

Today, I checked the price, and it was at .6 cents a share. That’s about $30,000.

I am facing the ever-present quandary of should I sell, or should I hold?

If I sell, I walk away with about a $25k profit. That’s five times my original investment.

But if I hold, three things could happen:

  1. It could drop back down to almost nothing;
  2. It could hold where it is forever;
  3. It could be the next Bitcoin and skyrocket…


One of us is missing the point.

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I met a woman on a dating app a couple of weeks ago. She checked a lot of my boxes: she had a great smile, no photos of giant false eyelashes, puffy/injected lips, or badly drawn on eyebrows.

There were no pictures of her riding a polo pony, steering a giant boat, or sitting on a ledge with Machu Picchu in the background. No kitty cat filters used, no cleavage shots, and I could see her eyes.

Her profile summary described simple things, like a love of the outdoors, healthy food, and a man who makes her laugh. It didn’t…


Adam-Henry alert!

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Dear Henry,

Thank you for your kind response to my response (comment) to someone else’s story. Sometimes we call a response to a response a reply, but that would ruin the title of this article. So...

While I appreciate your offer to “promote the store to large organ view with a killing strategy,” I have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about.

Further, posting a marketing link, if that is what this is, in a story’s response violates the fundamental and possibly written, or maybe unwritten, rules of professionalism associated with this platform.

Besides the above, your invitation to…


Writing what you know is easy. Writing what you don’t know is a challenge.

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Of all the advice I have received, heard, or read, it seems the biggest piece was to “write what you know.” After, of course, the old adage, “writers write.” Which is also good advice.

Because of my position as one of Forbes’ Top 100 Wealthiest People in The World, I chose to write under a pseudonym or, as we in the pseudonym world like to call it, a pseudonym. No, just kidding! We call it an “alter.” Yes, Chuck Roast is not my real name.

When I first decided to write, I knew I would be successful because I am…


Gonna start today. . .er, tomorrow. Seriously great idea. I once wrote down in a journal I needed to journal more, then lost the journal and forgot I was gonna journal more. Very valuable lesson. Love your writing as always, my friend.


Shhh! Don’t tell anyone. There aren’t enough of us to go around.

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No, silly, I didn’t have sex with an older man.

This is about YOU having sex with an older man.

For purely selfish reasons, I believe every woman in their 20’s and 30’s should have sex with a man in his fifties and sixties. In fact, a woman should try sex with an older man with every new decade she reaches.

Why? Well, so older men like me can have sex with younger women. Ha ha. Not kidding.

But I also think it’s important for younger women to know what they’re missing by having sex only with younger men.

Energy v. Skill

Younger…


My future ex-father-in-law deprived me of an important “father moment” by taking my son on his first drive without my permission.

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As a young teen, I had already lived through the deaths of several family members, including my father. Everything I did and learned from the time I was 12 was self-initiated. Even before my father died, he was away half the time on deployment. I had no male role models to help me.

As I got older, I was determined to be there for my kids as they grew up. I didn’t have the benefit of a father in my formative years to teach me, or talk to me, about certain topics that constitute important “rights of manhood.” …


If only I had taken it.

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Two weeks ago, he recommended a stock that was .16 cents at the time.

I laughed it off, said, “Sure. We’ll buy some. But I want you to do some more research. See if there are any competing products out there, how long they’ve been in business, and what some of their other products are.”

Yesterday, Friday, he walked into my room shaking his head.

“Dad,” he said.

“What?” I said.

“Remember that stock I said to buy last week that was .16 cents?”

“Of course,” said I, smug grin on my face. “Did it tank?” …


We can fix that, but we won’t

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If you are a steadfast Trumpeteer, who believes Trump and The Republicans can never sing off-key, this will probably trigger you. So, you should probably stop reading now.

However, nothing pleases me more than the sight and sound of an apoplectic Trump supporter trying desperately to ‘splain away their support for this carnival barker. So, fuck it. Keep reading.

The World

The world reacted in shock and awe as the events of January 6, 2021, sarcastically referred to as December 37, 2020, unfolded live on world wide television and the internet. …

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