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A work colleague asked if she could hit me. I said sure. She said she was going to hit me in the shoulder. I said fine.

Then she hit me. I asked her to hit me again. She did.

Neither hit was hard. I felt compelled to demonstrate a relatively hard hit. I do quite a bit of ab work. So as a gorilla beats his chest I beat my stomach. Repeatedly. Until I was asked to stop.

Now I have a massive bruise on my abs and a feeling of complete embarrassment. I must vent to cleanse myself of this.

You can't deny quality. It's Friday morning. It's time to treat myself. So it's time for a sushi and Red Bull breakfast.

I share a flat with another guy. We bought it two years ago. No, we're not lovers. He's not my type. He doesn't have a vagina.

I bring this up because last night he was out. I had the flat to myself. I was too tired to workout. I have no money. What is a boy to do?

Easy. Nap. To excellerate the napping process I listen to music. I find the best music for this is Slayer, esp… Continue

Good morning, good afternoon, good evening. Where ever your are in the world hello. This is London calling.

My name is Matt (aka The Curtism) and you're with me now.

Initially I thought the blog for for those who ran the site or moderated it. Clearly I was wrong. So here I am. For you. Metaphorically smearing pooh on your nice clean walls.

And I'm delighted to do it.

So what's new? I'll tell you something you may be interested in. Something Rollins related. I ordered a signed copy of A PERFE… Continue