Welcome to my blog. My cat and I welcome you. My name is DC Bachelor. I'm such a stud that my nom de plume and real self have become one. It's hard to separate fantasy from reality, especially when you're a legend in your own head. As you can tell my from my picture, I am of a questionable ethnic background, which just makes me closer to my hero, Vin Diesel. I like it that way, it adds to my man of mystery persona. Nobody likes a good mystery like the ladies. Yo! Or is it, LAID-ies? Yeah, that's more like it. Give me a shout out, folks, double high five and lay it on thick like smack on my vein!
Let's talk about Vin Diesel. How many of you agree he's a closet cock sucker? Does that upset you that the hero you have in mind might like a little cock-a-roo, too? Well, that's what this blog is about. I've got a little secret, a dirty little secret, actually, ok, a few of them. This blog should be titled Confessions of A Dirty Boy but that's lame. It's too fancy for a simple minded brogue like me.
If anything upsets you, just send hate mail to my apt in Silver Spring. The address is on the sidebar. Do you know where that is? If not, then you're just not as hip and cool as I. That's too bad. That's why I'm called DC Bachelor even tho I be dwellin' in the Sil Spring. The world could use more frat boys like me. We're like the prize at the bottom of a Crackerjack Box. Except I think we should be the crackers, oh wait, we sorta are, aren't we? Crackers that is, my man, crackers. So anyhoo, we are really the crackerjacks and the prize is some poor soul we've suffocated because there's so many of us it just ain't real. In the box, yo, you get what I'm saying, yo? In real life we need more boyzzz like me.
Give me a shout. In the hood now! Signing off,
DCB
