Someone very close to me is harboring a secret…
I consider myself quite a charitable fellow. So much so, that I will go out of my way to help friends and family with their problems. In the recent past, I was approached by the worried family of an esteemed colleague as to what I think about their son’s sexuality, and if I had noticed anything strange about their behaviour.
As you can imagine, they were very concerned. And as I was soon to realize, so am I. You see, FLIPS Mom contacted me with some disturbing news about his development as a teenager, and wondered if it could have contributed to his sexual tastes and general strangness now that he is a fully fledged adult (actually, I think he is around 40 now, so this WAS a while ago, I admit).
The story is thus: Once upon a time, when flip was still in High School, he managed to land a leading part in the school Play. The theme of the Play was (Super Heroes) and Flip got himself the top schoolboy dream part of Spiderman. Great, you might think, who wouldn’t want to play Spiderman? Well… as time went on, and the date of the Play grew nearer and nearer, Flip spent increasing amounts of time locked away in his bedroom “practising” for his role.
His parents saw less and less of him, in fact he was arguably developing serious anti-social tendencies. They became so concerned about his changes in behaviour and even avoidances of meal-times that they decided they had to hide a camera in his bedroom, behind his floor-to-ceiling mirror, to find out just exactly what was going on.
I am sorry my friends, I feel there is only one conclusion that can be drawn from the shcok footage… BUT, just in case I am wrong, here is the video footage that his Mom asked me to look at. Be warned, it is NOT for the faint -hearted…
CLICK HERE TO VIEW AND DECIDE FOR YOURSELF
I know, I know, it’s shocking. One of the great bloggers of our time has fallen to “the other side”. He has hidden it well, but the astute among us saw the signs all along…

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