As many of you know, I published my book a couple weeks ago. In the coming weeks, it will be available on Kindle, and I will also be releasing an audio book read by the one and only Dave Axe.

In the meantime, the retail price days have come and gone, and the book . . . → Read More: Quick Book Update

I am absolutely giddy to announce that our very own Dave Glenn has sexcessfully published his first book and it is now available on Amazon for a measly $12.95! And with never before seen content, there is really no reason you shouldn’t check this book out.

I don’t care who you are or what you . . . → Read More: Dave Glenn’s Sexcessful Failures now available on Amazon

There was a time when I insisted on talking on the phone, saying what needed to be said, and moving on with my life. Over the last five years, however, I’ve learned that writing almost always possesses more conviction than talk; and girls aren’t about walkie-talkie-like communicating. There is an artistic and literary urge . . . → Read More: Dave’s Guide to Texting

Exactly three years removed from the trauma with the Grandma and her horny wiener dog Nicholas, I was back in Ventura County again for Ed’s birthday. Charles picked me up from my parents’ house, and we made the short drive to Ed’s. Since graduating high school together back in 1999, Charles has evolved from . . . → Read More: Honey Buns

There’s a difference between vacationing and traveling. While I’m a fan of both, each one has its own distinct personality. Vacationing is a lounge-by-the-pool, cocktail-downing laze under the sun. While traveling is a sleep-deprived, up-at-dawn, drive-for-hours, site-seeing frenzy.

I’d gotten the vacationing out of my system in Croatia. It was time for some down-and-dirty . . . → Read More: Russia…and stuff

I needed a vacation, so for the first week of my annual summer trip, I flew solo to the land of over a 1,200 islands, six-foot women, and the friendly Mediterranean sun: Croatia. Though I wouldn’t exactly be on land—I’d be sailing through the endless islands of the Adriatic Sea, stopping every now and . . . → Read More: Croatia

After a refreshing day at the golf course in which Vince sunk an eighty-yard chip for birdie, we decided to celebrate the shot of his life with a trip to I-Lounge that night. I had always been a fan of I-Lounge. Its structure was similar to Woody’s, only much bigger and cleaner. It consisted . . . → Read More: Courtney the Crazed Athlete

(Pease note that while most of the stuff in here are my ideas/thoughts, there are a few things I cannot take credit for–either friends or random pick-up artists said it first, and I simply made it a part of my repertoire. Ex: I don’t know who coined it, but the line “Are you single?” . . . → Read More: Dave’s Approach to Pick-up

(This happened last summer, but in the excitement of another upcoming Euro trip to Croatia and Russia, I am just now posting this…)                  

           The time had come. Punchline and I had waited a year since our summer trips of ’09 to get back on an airplane, ditch the uncharacteristically cloudy California summer, and . . . → Read More: Scandinavian Rampage

Enough was enough. I hadn’t had a solid one-night stand since October, making it one of my biggest dry spells since college. The drought had to end.

KG, Ron, their wives, and myself (the perennial fifth wheel), hit a local club late on a Saturday night. The two couples left around 12:30, but since . . . → Read More: Right Place, Right Time