Sorry about the lack of updates today, guys; once in a while I do have a life and responsibilities that call me away from the worship of my stiff hairy throbbing manhood, to which I am devoted with all the fanatical zeal of country preacher. Fortunately I've finished up with the workaday grind, at last, and can relax with a couple beers and the ol' crotch rocket.

Speaking of which, a longtime fan sent me this convenient and rigorously scientific diagram highlighting the particular features of Brooklyn Jack's body that he finds the most compelling. I don't recall seeing anything like this in any of my undergraduate biology texts -- which is too bad, as it would've been a nice change from memorizing the electron-transport pathway in cellular respiration -- but I'm mighty flattered to have my, uh, testosteroniousness analyzed and cataloged in such... attentive detail. (Although, damn, do my arms really look that skinny?) Still, there's something about knowing that another man is so completely focused on your rigid dick and balls that just makes ya want to beat your chest and let out a triumphant Tarzan roar, announcing your rough animal virility to the goddamn jungle...