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April 2011


my (our) books

Fool for Love When You Don't See Me

Someone Like You I'm Your Man

He's The One It Had To Be You

The Mammoth Book of New Gay Erotica Best Gay Erotica 2007

Best Gay Love Stories: New York City Best Gay Love Stories 2005

Three Fortunes In One Cookie The Deal


If you have any of the above books and would like them signed, mail them to:

P.O. Box 131845, Houston, TX., 77219.

Please include three dollars for return postage.

Send email to timothyjlambert@gmail.com

Warning: This blog may contain homosexuals which in the states of California and Maine have been alleged to destroy the sanctity of marriage. Read at your own risk.


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I'm back home after minding the store at Hanley Inc., where I've been since last Thursday. The Big H and the top brass had business to attend to in another state. (From what I hear, The Big H flew in an altered state. This parenthetical was brought to you by Benadryl.) Nothing much of interest happened while I was there. The only thing worth mentioning was Lloyd destroying a tooth whitening system, which was odd since his teeth already look damn fine. Mine, on the other hand--not so much. Apparently, the tooth whitening system did something wrong, because it was strewn about the floor in many pieces. I studied the pieces to see if he was trying to spell something with them or create a mural warning of impending doom, but couldn't grasp his vision, if there was one. I did my best to break him of his It's 6:30 in the morning and nobody is awake, so I must bark habit, but I failed miserably. Lloyd is a fascist dictator.