Do ya know where that blog title's from? Do ya?
Oh you bad man! You bad bad man!
Moving into my new place this week. I'll finally have privacy to shoot new content. It's only been 3 months but it feels like forever. Gave me time to drop more weight. Not intentionally. That's the thing about Vegas, one day you feel like eating, three days you don't, then maybe two days you do, then the next two days you don't.
No, no, I'm definitely going to die out here, make no mistake, but now I'm pretty sure it's going to be from cardiac arrest, rather than consumption.
In the meantime I'm making mock product photos in between wine studies. Why not? #NOFILTER
49 years old (in 20 days). Can you dig it?
Still my own hair. No bleach or dye. In the sunlight it looks very platinum.
If I live to see 60, I want all my business meetings to be like this. #MADMEN
And if you're a man, alone, you need show up at MY DOOR with Cartier Baiser Vole parfum, or a bottle of Belle Glos Pinot Noir Las Alturas. Just saying.
Fuck Rose McGowan. I'm disgusted with girls who can't get what they want. Because nothing's hotter than an insane scream-o bitch? Um. No. I was sexually harassed. I told his family if they didn't settle out of court I would own the property they kissed his ass all their lives in servitude while waiting for him to die. Cha-ching. The end.
See how easy it is?
Girlfriends, that's the difference between us and them. We take care of business and move on.
Seriously ladies, it's not that hard.
Take the money. Live your life.
Buy new lipstick, Rosie sweetie. You'll feel better.
P.S. Get a haircut you look like shit. BOOM! Grandma end-game. #MerylStreep #MattDamon
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