Tetherball Academy Media presents

The first ever romance novels for dudes

I'm St. James Street James, I hate road abbreviations so I spell out my last name.

You may think you already know everything about me but you don't.

The one secret I've been harboring for most of my adult life is that I'm 186 years old.

It's not a misprint. I'm 186 Holmes.

This podcast has everything you loved about the 1800s, such as,

Horehouses. If he doesn't make love to me right now, I'll fucking kill myself.

One screams as she presses a knife forcefully into her neck.

Grandma, stop it! You're acting fucking crazy!

Another Hore races in and kicks the knife out of her hand as the grandma begins convulsing and speaking in tongues.

You give these hores an inch they want the other seven.

Gone fat.

You motherfucker! I draw my gun and shoot him in the chest knocking him off his horse.

He hits the ground, groaning and pain, trying to reach for his gun but he can't.

I stand over him as his eyes widen and he says,

You don't shoot the messenger.

I just fucking did.

Family.

Upon walking in I see my 32 year old wife, Laretta, a tall red headed Irish woman with huge tits.

Also staring up at me respectfully in my seven boys all under the age of eight.

They all begin chanting in unison.

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