Sorry behind on posting. Didn’t go out, didn’t party, didn’t do shit last weekend but work. Our www.MadisonAvenue.com site has desperately needed a redesign since we launched it (a year ago). The biggest hurtle was writing all the text for it. The thing is a beast so boiling all it’s features down into a few pages it way tougher than you’d think. Still, this past weekend I FINALLY did it. Literally, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday I wrote. Wound up with 29 pages of text in a word doc! So yay, got that huge honking milestone out of the way.  It’ll be live by the end of the week.

Now what I’m stoked about is that I’d been using whoremongering as a motivational thing to get this done: “no more hookers till I finish re-writing MadAve!”. Well, heh, it’s all done. So I’m thinking trip to Angeles and lots of pictures to follow. I’ve steered clear of posting nudity on here so far but I’ve decided to say to hell with that. Google Ad Sense kicked me off because they thought I was dailydump.com (which is porn) and even though I explained how singular and plural works they decided I still wasn’t worthy. Fuckers. Heh, actually had something to do with why I started MadisonAvenue.com. Google’s missing out on a lot of money by being so fucking picky!

Also new feature, scope out the Chat Box over on the left column.  Feel free to leave a post.

So yeah, more posts on the way and we’ll be featuring nekkidness! Also I’m heading to a Porn Convention in June so that should make for some good posting :))

Now on to the dumps. This weekend one would make you think I was out drinking. Kinda falls into fluffy and machine gun dumps. I really gotta change my diet. All I ever drop are fluffy dumps. Strange thing is I’ve had some nice healthy loafs I just keep forgetting to bring my camera.

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So I sit here in my condo and relish the aircon (local parlance for A.C. / Air-Conditioning). I enjoy the fact that I have electricity to run my laptop, TV, x-box, etc. I enjoy that the elevator works. I enjoy that I’m not running around mopping up leaks in the ceiling. I enjoy running water (even if it is never safe to drink, at least the toilets work). Why do I bother to take notice and enjoyment from these everyday basics of civilized life? I’m fairly certain all of this will be gone for 3-4 days in roughly three hours. Welcome to the Philippines and Typhoon season. For you white-skinned devils that know nothing of Asia, Typhoons are hurricanes. Manila is like the Midwest “tornado alley” in the USA except that instead of lots of tornadoes we get lots of hurricanes. Typhoon Durian is on my doorstep.

I grew up in the south-east US and I know hurricanes. In college we had a Fran-Jam all night party for Hurricane Fran. We partied all night because no one could leave. Trees were falling on cars in the parking lot. By the next morning everything was flooded and semblance of a car on the road was the set of police lights just poking above the water. I assumed they were still attached to a police cruiser completely under water. A few months ago I was here in Manila for a typhoon and it made Fran look like a slight thunderstorm.

Apparently my ass is afraid things will devolve into total chaos and I’ll have to go out ass-guns-a-blazin’ to forage for food and water. I think that’s why I’ve been blessed with Machine Gun Dumps as of late. These dumps really do suck. There’s no relaxing and contemplating how much of your balls you can shave before you’re gay. Just the sack? What about the taint? If I got lazy and got my balls waxed would that make me a flaming fag? Nope, no putting thought into important matters. Instead I’m forced to hold onto the seat for dear life as the shit nuggets explode out with great force.

Since I’m probably going to be offline for a while I’ll dig into the dump archives and give you a couple more great examples of Machine Gun Dumps:

And here we have our first example of the Machine Gun Dump! They rapid fire rattle out of your ass and threaten to shake you off the seat!

This particular example came into existence around 2AM this morning and was DAMN near a Shart (think it’s a fart, but it’s shit). I was in bed ripping the most horrific of bowl bombs. The gf was ready to slit my throat! I figured best bet was to give it a solid grunt and push all the farts out in one massive rush. If I was lucky, she’s pass out from the mega-funk and stop whining so I could go to sleep. I swear I think I popped a blood vessel in my head from the strain. No luck. So I tried to “walk it out” with a stroll around the bedroom. It took one more massive lamaze class inspired push for me to realize there was more than gas at the pump.

To the throne I went and out these came. Of course I still wanted to “share the joy” with my gf so I used the downstairs bathroom which is right next to the bedroom. Hence, the black toilet. Looking at the results, I just gotta wonder why I wound up with a pile of turd-lettes and a single floating nugget. Strange.