Let there be no confusion, I'm famous and you are not. I invented rock n' soul and shagged more high-end tail then you can possibly imagine. If you're Mom was running wild in the 70s and 80s, there's a shot I'm your Dad.
Yup. Totally hit that.
I say that not to encourage another paternity suit, but rather to prove a point: we're all connected via my man hammer.
So I figure it's time to give something back to nerds like you. Maybe if you knew more about cool shit, you wouldn¹t have to stay home all the time, pulling your sad little rods and playing Wii.
This is your last chance, fellas. Over the next couple of posts, I'm going to give you the keys to the kingdom. By developing a strong pimp hand, I'll have you manifesting switch-hitting hotties two at a time. You'll be wrist deep in so much strange, your helmet rash will frighten even the most seasoned clinic nurse.
Stay tuned sissies.
Crashin' ass,
J-Stache
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