You know what they say, “As the weather heats up in Saint Louis, so does Otis’s blog on the country’s quickest growing BlogSpot, saintlouisjournal.com.” How true it is. When trying to think of topic ideas for volume II of “Thoughts From Otis,” I listened; to my critics, to my heart, but mainly, to my fans. Looking back at my illustrious career in journalism, the old adage that I owe everything to my fans really does fit. It’s the little people that make this world go round. So I had that stupid, fat pregnant intern/secretary of mine drag the dozens of overflowing mailbags up the stairs from the basement mailroom to my corner office on the 19th floor and I started reading. After flipping through a variety of hundreds of fan pictures ranging from topless 18 year-old seniors in high-school to Kasey (Denim’s wife) breast feeding Treyson with her butt-plug in, I stumbled across a nice little letter from a local fan in Lemay, MO. Lon from Lemay wrote:
“Dear Otis
Long time reader, first time writer. Otis, a good friend of mine recently claimed that we would have relations with ANY female celebrity regardless of looks, weight, age, etc for the sole reason that he would have a great story to tell. I told him he was KrAzY! What do you think?
-Keep the posts fresh,
Lon”
Well, Lon from Lemay, I’m glad you asked that question. Would I have relations with any celebrity just so I could have a great story to tell my friends? A great question to ponder. Now, as a local celebrity to Saint Louis and its surrounding counties, it’s hard for me to answer the question as Otis, the famed blogger. Instead, I’ll put myself in the shoes of the common man, the Arthur’s of this world. A young, handsome financial analyst like Pat has a lot going for him. Loving parents. Great friends. A solid career path. Sloopy Joey’s. But what Arthur may not have is a “why don’t you have a seat while I tell you about the time Uncle Pat got a rimjob from Oprah” story. Sure, this isn’t a story you share with your nieces and nephews at Easter brunch, but get your boss 7 beers deep on the golf course and you’d kill for the opportunity to describe Queen Latifa’s snatch in full, 4 gaping inches of detail. But this isn’t looking at the subtle nuances of this question. We must dig deeper.
If you’re Pat, you must first set up solid ground rules for this question. For the sake of legality, we’ll assume the celeb must be at least 18 and mentally competent. This rules out such celebs as Sarah Hyland (the oldest daughter from Modern Family who, for the record, Otis would fuck) and the retarded girl from “I AM SAM” who marries Sean Penn. Continuing with the ground rules, the classification of a celebrity must be made. The grade of celebrity should not come into question (an A lister can be just as unfuckable as a D lister), but the local vs. national celebrity should be discussed. For this discussion, let’s say that the celebrity must be either local to their area or national. I’m not going to make Pat bang the red headed 270 pounder who does the 8 o’clock news in Topeka, KS. However, this does mean that you’d have to look into News 4 anchorwoman Robin Smith’s beautiful big brown eyes as your nuts slap against her ass (everyone knows that noise). Last ground rule, no tranny’s or dudes. I would like to think this goes without saying, but as Brent may stumble upon this blog, I thought I should clarify. Sorry to drop the hammer on you Brent. Again.
Now that we have the ground rules set, you can begin to populate a list of possible suitors that would make Pat say, “No way, there’s no way I could bang (name).” For your reading pleasure, I’ve taken the time to put together a brief list of names that might make Pat think twice:
1. Janet Reno – Ms. Reno certainly has an incredible resume’. She served as Attorney General of these United States from 1993-2001 to former President Bill Clinton. But my goodness, what a dog. If you don’t believe me, Google her. In all seriousness, I’m not sure if I’d rather fuck Janet Reno or Will Ferrell playing Janet Reno on SNL. Both celebs, although only one fits the criteria of not being a dude. Sorry Humi.

2. Precious – This bitch is GIGANTIC.
3. Yoko Ono – She’s a different kind of ugly with a face like a baseball glove. Not only is she physically respulsive, she is responsible for breaking up the Beatles. It takes one ugly, fucked up bitch to do that.
4. Kelly Osbourne (circa 2006) – Ya she may have cleaned up

a bit, but man was she an ugly whale back inthe day. And the mouth her? I’d would say jokingly that I’d put about 8 inches of something in it to shut herup, but I’m afraid she’d try to put some horse-radish on it and start chewing.
5. Jocelyn Wildenstein – The crème de la crème. Have mercy. She’s the definition of a D list celeb, but a celeb nonetheless. She looks like her face got ran over by Jensons 18 wheeler and then got a dump taken on it by Box after Pizza Mondays. Or just when he’s drunk and poops. Either way, not a good combo. It’s like the cicada’s got after her or something. Just awful.
I know what you’re asking yourself, “Otis, you talk a big game, but when it cums down to it, would you bang
any celeb (discussed above)?” In a word…yes. I’m with Pat on this one. Passing along my seed to this laundry list of celebs is worth it in this journalist’s humble opinion to be able to pass along stories to my grandchildren that they can pass along their grandchildren for generations to come. So ya, I’d let Reno slob on my knob and call me Mr. President. I’d let Precious lay on her back as I am swam through the cellulite farm on her inner thighs to get to that swamp land she calls her “flower.” I’d let Yoko ruin my career by taking the plunge into the side-ways bear trap of hers. I’d let Kelly Osbourne talk dirty to me as I went about 4 knuckles deep in her ass. I’d even smile at Jocelyn Wildenstein as she put her legs over her deformed head and begged me for more. Yes, I’d do it all. All in the name of a good story. I can only hope you’d do the same. Because after all, isn’t that what America is all about?
Otis, out.