Wanker Wang Posts on xxxporntalk.com: I got back from a packed Xmas party yesterday where I puked all over a dinner table where people were eating. Needless to say, I don’t feel very well right now. Not only that, but Tony T. or Scott Nails, my henchmen, caught it all on videotape which I immediately destroyed upon finding it this morning. It’s actually the first time I’ve puked off alcohol in quite some time.

Apparently, I went up to Nautica Thorn, one of the hottest girls I know and a close friend, and said, “Gee, you look fucking hot. What’s your name?” Also, I went up to Chanel Chavez and said, “Chanel, I’m acting like you!” which nearly made her cry. It was a blackout night. I hear I almost picked a fight with some skinhead there cause I kept walking by and kissing his bald head until people calmed him down saying that there’d be alot of people jumping him if he did. Sometimes, I do deserve a beating for startling idiocy. One thing is clear, at those types of functions, you start to evaluate what you’ve done over the past year.

I hear there’s a new sheriff in town at Lukeford. I haven’t spoken to Fayner. He’s probably on vacation.

I haven’t been posting on Lukeford that much over the past year and I do intend to significantly slow down. I simply don’t have the time or the energy to fuck around anymore. Everytime I post something negative about something or someone, it doesn’t do me or the person affected any bit of good. The fact that I can exaggerate ‘truths’ or color my words with fancy adjectives or really make a mockery doesn’t do me any good. After all, and I say it all the time, I’m not at Extreme anymore where I don’t know the ‘victims’ of my vitriol. What I have to realize is that personal matters should stay personal and not aired publicly to clown or to mock. And I always feel like an asshole afterwards. And guilty when the dust settles. It’s not smart and it simply doesn’t do me any good. When you rule with an iron fist sometimes on a forum like this, it is cathartic to get knocked off the pedestal once in a while especially when you were indeed the instigator.

It really doesn’t matter to me. The fact is I’m so far ahead in my video shooting schedule, I don’t have to shoot until March. That leaves me plenty of time to do other things I’ve always postponed because of my video shoots. Even the Minion shoots are coming to an end. I always figured I’d stop at 50 and now I’m at 48 with just two more to go. Only problem is I’ve run out of Viagra for the Minion who gobbled 300 of them like candy over the past 3 months. If you got a pee pee his size, you can only imagine what blood source he requires. For the record, for Xmas, I gave him a week’s pay and two weight scales and I promised him some Colon Cleansers that my friend Toby The Viking swears cleans out his intestines. I can’t imagine what hidden meat-byproducts lurk inside 2 miles of intestines inside his fat body.

So there you have it. We have a new sheriff for lukeford. I’m sure Fayner’s not going anywhere either though I haven’t talked to him. But I am. Sometimes when you reinvent yourself in this business, it is just wise to get rid or excess baggage. And to me, Lukeford, happens to be some of the excess. I’m not a writer. I’m a jackass. A jackass who probably shouldn’t write to begin with.

Shalom and have a Happy Xmas or Festivus or whatever you celebrate.