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Kurt K. Kersten here (if there is a family tie, the records have been sealed somehwere in Miississippi, like at the bottom of it, ha, ha, no, you're kiling me, stop...)

Seriously, that is my name and I have been asked by the Road Rake to guest blog for the week.

Of course I am honored.

Last year, I posted a movie on YouTube. It was a candid short film of a Mom sending her kid off to "camp" at a church in Edina. The Mom was wearing a leather Ferrari jacket while burdening her two cherubic children with care packages the size of a Marshall Plan drop. I found the whole vignette ironic, particularly since her kiddies were only going to be gone for three days.

Pictured above: The 2003 EVO RS, the utlimate stripper. And what were you thinking?

I've been away for awhile. Seems the economy is picking up a bit with the price of gas going down a cent. It's all senseless to me.

What I find equally senseless is the axiomatic ability for certain headlines to pull in readers on a blog. I would have titled this post differently but then I would not be able to avail my attorney friends of a great chance to save money on their rides. So here goes.

A few things.

1) I am not a woman. And never will be.

2) Anne Bancroft will remain the hottest baby boomer that ever wore a black bra. (And don't be fooled by her last name, she was Italian.) 

3) I am having an affair.