When I’m not watching cooking vids on Instagram and Youtube, porn related vlogs and shows are often next in line. There’s been quit a few interesting cultural shows created by adult stars and productions over the years but, most have stopped producing probably due to the amount of work vs profit margin these projects create. Even tho it isn’t always the most lucrative endeavor, I find them absolutely brilliant in terms of brand awareness.
Congratulation for getting out your mom’s basement!
…but now what?
Maybe you were annoyed of not being able to fuck as loud as you wished to or, you just arrived in college. Maybe you broke up with your girl or simply you’re an independent guy that doesn’t see why committing because… the world is one big playground and you’re an incredible player.
No matter what’s your reason(s) to be a bachelor, at this point in time, doesn’t mean you have to settle down for all the pre-made food available at the grocery. Become a Jedi with a rollin pin and make panties go down with the power of the force because deep down, you know you always been a rebel.
In this column, I’m hoping to give you an incentive… even better, an inspiration to start cooking for yourself and, also for that special lady you just laid your eyes on. Plus, how do you think you’re going to be on your A-game to flirt with that crazy hot bartender, if you haven’t eaten something substantial to keep your brain going while you look at her tits? You know as much as me, that’s the kind of stuff that takes skills and a decent amount of brain power.
As an introduction to the culinary world, I’ll stick to basic so, here’s a quick list of the minimal gear you should have in your bachelor’s kitchen.
There is some though decisions in life… like:
Should you look at her boobs or not?
…here’s simple decision making guide that will help you make the right choice and not fall in to the boobs trap (or crack).
Today is special.
Because I’m “celebrating” …or agonizing over (not sure yet) about living my last few hours as a 20 something year old. Soon, it wont be ok for me to sleep with my makeup on or get sick in the bushes, at a party. I’ll become that “cool” older gal that still party like in her 20′s and hang out with a few, very mature for their age, 20 something year olds. As frightening as it might sound, getting one year older isn’t so much of a freak out in my mind as I might portrait on twitter.
Am I nervous? Maybe a little but mixed in an excitement to see what this new chapter of my life will be like. As I’m about to make the jump to the age where it’s acceptable to hang out in 35-40 (that’s the age range if you’re wondering) nightclubs, I’m looking back on what I learned in the last 10 years and here’s what I got up to date…