Last week was a bit somber. We plunged into this dark cloud of post-election violence so this week we can get into something light, something fun. A pine-cone
Bachelorhood is as treacherous as it is exciting. Sometimes I stagger into my bachelor pad late in the evening, whistling, a paper bag of supper in hand and
It starts with a date. You see her approaching, she’s in a pink, racy minidress that exposes most of her smooth, young skin and accentuates her best assets.
Life sometimes astonishes you, chaps are usually the ones calling girls in the wee hours of the night looking to get inside their knickers. It feels adhoc when