Welcome once again from WWHM Headquarters, located in beautiful downtown Dubuque, Iowa right across from Wing C of Tom's Animal Rendering Plant!
You know, there's nothing I love more than sharing with my new readers the type of quality individuals we study here at WWHM.
See this guy?
This guy is a catch compared to most the guys I post on this blog. Look at those firm hamstrings, those supple and sprightly dancer's toes, and that teasing, gentle prairie of wafting coarse hairs waving to and fro between his ample, yearning man-breasts. He looked even better five minutes ago when he was nursing an elk.
I'd let you get closer, but unfortunately, he packed that diaper full of old river smelt last week, and frankly the gamy, musky effervescence emanating from that corner of the room right now could fell a charging herd of wildebeests in two seconds flat.
Anyway, what we do here at WWHM is analyze men's personal ads. Why do we do that? Well, we do it to make people laugh, and we do it in hopes that somewhere out there men will begin to realize that "Hey, I always complain that women are bitches all the time, but in reality, maybe I'm just a clueless, pathetic excuse for a human being." And 99% of the time, that's exactly what it is. That's why I'm here.
I'm your fearless leader, The Weasel, and I will act as your condom to the internet. If you read WWHM on a daily basis, I promise you the sperm of these men will never drop on anything other than the pages of a glossy magazine, or perhaps your pillowcases if you happen to be out of town for more than three days and you leave a window open.
So I welcome you new readers, and once again I welcome the incredible crew of loyal WWHM'ers who know my schtick all too well by now.
Let's do the posts..............