Dear Delyla,
August 24th will be my wife and mine 5th anniversary of meeting. While I am embarrassed to some degree about how
we meet, I am extremely grateful for the circumstances that allowed our lives to cross paths.
We found each other in the waiting room of Dr. Carson Juless, a STD M.D. She had climidia and I, oral herpes. In the
waiting room she was as easy and free to talk with as the many women I infected were to sleep with.
I asked her out , and that night over dinner we saw something in each other that neither of us had ever seen in another.
Right then and there we committed solely to each other. And for the longest time in our adult lives abstained from sex until
we had cleansed our bodies for each other. And even though we aren't the best each other has ever had, sex is more
fulfilling now than it ever was.
I just wanted to write this to tell her how much I love her and always want to be with her. And to show you and your
audience that everyone can change with love, and some penicillin.
Sincerely,
Ross J Sloance
There I was, titty fucking some random skank's nipples off, wondering if that was enough or if I needed to do something else completely pointless for breast cancer. If only there was a gesture equally as empty as wearing a pink bracelet or having a bake sale or throwing a magnetic ribbon on my car or walking with a herd of heifers for 5 kilometers. Something that would show my hollow support without taking any actual effort nor furthering the cause in any real way. Then it hit me like a ton of boobs. This and every October, porkjerky.com will go pink as a lip service tribute to breast cancer. Please follow my magnanimous example and do something meaninglessly worthless that doesn't require any real effort on your part for this great cause. Believe me when I say, it should be the least we can do.