Guys, after much internal shame and guilt I think it's time I come forward.
I'm the guy you know as Deep Throat.
I'm the one who in the early 70's sucked six golf-balls through a garden hose... and then swallowed them.
Many admirers at this club ('The Blue Oyster' if I recall) ran up to me for my autograph or to join in on the "deep throat" experience. But I disappeared into the shadows and fled the scene, never to be seen again. Since then I've become legend... I knew if I revealed my identity earlier, Gary, the self-proclaimed Greatest Bon-Bon shaker ever, would have me killed out of jealousy. I still live in that fear, but hopefully those I embarrased at the Blue Oyster that night have moved on.
I thought you guys should know that about me... This was a very traumatic period in our country's history and before I died I wanted to bring it to a close. Thank you and please be understanding during this difficult time...
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Destroying my reputation one post at a time.
