Ryan McKee

Writer Neal Pollack Shows Off His Yoga Skills (While Ignoring Gay Dog Sex)

Ryan — Wed, 11 Aug 2010 15:22:29 +0000

Genius on Genius Talks to Porn Star Savanna Samson about Fine Wine

Ryan — Thu, 27 May 2010 14:01:35 +0000

Five S’s for Spotting an Illegal Immigrant in Arizona

Ryan — Wed, 05 May 2010 16:41:02 +0000

My Obligatory Suicide Joke

Ryan — Fri, 02 Apr 2010 17:15:43 +0000

Ryan Attended WWE: RAW Live and made this video.

Ryan — Fri, 02 Apr 2010 17:09:39 +0000

Ryan Teases Twi-Hards at New Moon DVD Release

Ryan — Fri, 02 Apr 2010 17:03:30 +0000

Ryan Shows Off His Crappy Birthday Gifts

Ryan — Fri, 02 Apr 2010 16:53:15 +0000

I Lied About Losing My Virginity

Ryan — Fri, 12 Mar 2010 16:03:08 +0000

Every man remembers his first titty. My first happened in the woods by my house during seventh-grade. I felt confident due to the new badass Nirvana T-shirt I wore under my flannel shirt.

The breast belonged to Mona, a sultry Mexicana, who looked like a Fly Girl dancer on “In Living Color.” Paler than the rest of her coffee skin, her breasts glowed angelically. They were the size of grapefruits. Sadly, like grapefruits, they were bittersweet. Mona moved away the next week and didn’t even say goodbye.

The first day back school, I looked at my friends gathered around our lunch table and blurted out, “Mona and I did it over break.”

Click here to read the entire story and my recent interview about Mona’s recollection.

Exposing the Legendary Donut Robot

Ryan — Fri, 12 Mar 2010 15:54:06 +0000

My Ex-Girlfriend Married a Woman

Ryan — Fri, 12 Mar 2010 15:50:28 +0000

Cyberstalking an ex-girlfriend can be extremely therapeutic when she’s fat, boring or in rehab. The only problem is when she’s hot, successful and married … to another woman.

“I have something I need to tell you,” Bethany told me four years ago over the phone.

Nothing positive ever follows that statement. No woman will ever say, “I have something I need to tell you … I’ve invented whiskey that cures impotence.” And that’s not just because women are crappy inventors.

Knowing ill-fate awaited, I met Bethany at the coffee shop. What else could I do? Children realize they’re not going to Disneyland when the dentist’s office comes into view — but they still hold tight and hope ice cream will follow.

Click here to rest the whole story.