PAYDIRT.

Tuesday morning, first day of a new work week, and I get called off. Know what that means?


So I go trolling my old hometown Craigslist for a little "man seeks woman" action, because let's face it: m4w is, as Tyler put it, "The richest, creamiest fat in the world. The fat of the land."


Now, understand that Tallahassee is not Charleston. I really don't think the two cities would even particularly get along if they met in a bar: Charleston would be casually sipping down a heady amber, nodding its head at the pretty girls; Tallahassee would be shooting a cheap whiskey and Coke with lime, salt and self-loathing enema up its own ass.


And I present to you, The Wrestler. "Could lead to a LTR." Yeah, and monkeys might fly out of my butt.