Erin O’Brien is a Cleveland writer with a massive head of hair who sometimes answers to the name Jenna Jameson. Her work has appeared in The Cleveland Plain Dealer and The Cleveland Free Times, as well as more disreputable publications. She is a member of a neighborhood Bunco group, a housewife of questionable repute, a Playmate and director (Wrestling with the Laundry, the Cleveland Cringe Festival) and a fiction writer (novel: Harvey & Eck). She has decided not to employ a brassiere during the writing of this bio and apologizes to anyone who is inadvertently injured because of it. Se can cook up a pretty good SLT but she cannot make a decent pan of Hamburger Helper to save her life. She also feels very entitled when writing bios about her myriad accomplishments.
Erin O’Brien will contribute something funny or bawdy or irritating or sad more or less once a day on these pages until Our Fearless Leader returns.
E-O’B in ’08!
Apparently you have breasts? That’s what i hear anyway.
Hello Mr. Stephenson and thank you for dropping in. To answer your question, yes, I do have breasts.
Here is literary proof.
Here is visual proof.
Hey? Darby? Zat you? Rock, me baby ….
Shit actually its a toss up on which proof I would rate higher. You would think that perferring the literary proof would make me old, but I haven’t laughed this much on some online site in a long time. An old immature man haha. Stephenson I should have known he’d comment on the breasts.
“An old immature man haha.” Note: this guy is 32. Of course I comment on the breasts! I’d be a failure as a 24-year-old guy if I didn’t.