Mile High

In two short days I will be flying high enjoying a nice Tasmanian Pinot in the comfort of a new VAustralia plane. I have a friend who works for VAustralia and she was telling the girls about me a few weeks ago. Well what a head ache this has caused the HR department of Virgin. I have it on good authority that as many as 56 girls and 3 guys (sorry gents I am not that way inclined) have requested they be rostered on for my flight.

As much as I am flattered by the attention from the Virgin girls I am not about to join Ralph Fiennes and the mile high club. Sure you are all welcome to join me in Vegas but really I am not as flexible as I once was and aircraft toilets are made for one person not two.

So ladies if you want to get on my good side just keep the vintage wine and Australian beer flowing. Don’t put the hard word on me. This flight is about resting up for the week in Vegas. As they say “Fly Fabulous”, with me onboard Fabulous is an understatement!

A Special Package

Well sure my crown jewels are a very special package but that’s not what I am referring to. It’s a well documented fact that our friends in the United States of America can not brew beer or produce a half decent Shiraz. Sure they claim Bud is the “king of Beers” and Napa is the perfect climate for wine but they also claim Cuba is evil! How you can claim a country that produces the best cigars and the best rum in the world is evil is beyond me.

Anyway I was not about to let the American notion of good beer and wine wreak my Vegas assault. Today I air freighted a container of VB, Coonawarra Cabernet, McLaren Vale Shiraz and some Bundy express to the Hard Rock Hotel and Casio. I have organised some room in the underground vault to store my stash. There is nothing .com can not achieve!

You may be thinking a 40 foot container full of alcohol is a little extreme. But it is five nights and there will be many ladies wanting to enjoy some of Australia’s finest produce, sure I am the best export but there is only so much of me to go around. I don’t want American poor taste to ruin my vacation. Dam it I have standards!

5 days to go, that should give the buffoons at the hard rock enough time to have my beers chilled and ready for consumption.

The Names Stack James Stack

So I was up at 5am to go for one of my morning power walks just putting the finishing touches on my rigorous fitness routine for Vegas. I finished up my walk sat down at my computer with my protein shake and well, well what a surprise I find my inbox full with requests from ladies in Vegas hoping to spend a night in the sack with the stack. Ladies I appreciate the enthusiasm and haste with which you emailed me but good things come to those who wait.

I will bring sexy, style and sophistication back to Vegas. Don’t worry Sin City the golden days on the golden mile will be returning in 6 days……But who’s counting?

Viva Las Vegas

They say the GFC is the worst thing to hit Las Vegas in Sin City’s history. Well for the lucky ladies of Vegas Stacky.com is about to put a smile on your face. Kevin 07 has been throwing money around willy nilly to minimise the impact of the GFC in Australia. Poor old Obama has been left with not a Dime to spend on the US by Matts buddy George W. However as they say “good things come to those who wait”.

In one short week I will descend on Sin City with one purpose to put the “Sin” back in Sin City. It will be a clinical operation which would make the pentagon proud. I will dominate the party scene and bring a whole new dimension to the saying “I am here for a good time not a long time”. The ladies of Vegas will be the benefactors when I hit the strip. Don’t worry my female friends there will be plenty of stacky.com to go around.

It may have been a dream I had last night but lets just say I would not be surprised if I get a little deja vue “We both know that I'm a drunk. And I know you are a hooker. I hope you understand that I am a person who is totally at ease with that. Which is not to say that I'm indifferent or I don't care, I do. It simply means that I trust and accept your judgment.”

I have been let astray at times but what could possibly go wrong when .com is loose in Vegas?

30 is the new 21

So its been way too long...and what is my excuse? Well lets just say "EDOG" baby!

Anyway...so I am 30 but that has not stopped .com firing on all fours....Life has been good real good. As promised I have cut back on the work lunches, they now only last 4hours and a modest amount of alcohol is consumed. Two Carltons, two bottles of red and my new weapon of choice Rum and coke to give me that little sugar boost before are hard afternoon of office slog!

The ladies don't mind the extra age in fact many ladies have said "James you are like a good South Australian Shiraz, you only get better with age".... Shangri-la time baby.....

I was worried I may lose that .com effect but at a recent 21st I was that main attraction. I can not count on both hands how many ladies I dances with but lets just say there were a few unhappy males looking on.....

Well fans I best be off its after 5 and I have to take my VB's but I will be back soon.

.com out!

"Did you just .com my Aunty?"

Sorry fans, its been a long time between drinks….No really it has! Work has been out of control no long lunches not even enough time to polish off a bottle of red. If I rush maybe two Schooners is all I can get in. I hate this time of year….Work, work , work what kind of life is that. I have had 100’s of texts from all different ladies “Stacky where are you?” , “Stacky I have not seen you in ages”, “.com please come out for a drink” , “James I miss you come and have a drink my shout” Its getting tiresome so the sooner this fin years ends the better as far as I am concerned!

I forgot to tell you all about a little run in I had with Mrs Sweeny’s Auntie. I was at Port Douglas and had consumed my fair quota of XXXX and Bundy when a glamour walked past me. I immediately declared her .comable. She was a little bit my senior but a glamour all the same. The next thing I hear was Blythe to blowing up “stack, did you just F#*king .com my aunty” well Blythe my dear I sure did and she loved it! Its only a select few that get .comed!

The best man….THE BETTER MAN

So Brads done it he has tied the knot and what wedding it was. Depart a cold wet Sydney and land in picture perfect tropical north Queensland. The flight was a little disconcerting my ears failed to equalize, I was sitting next to a loud Texan we call Hyder and I had three Qantas hostesses try and pick me up, two were female and one male but I would rather not get into that. 8 beers on the plane and it was game on for the rest of the trip!

I was a hit with the local ladies in Port Douglas from locals to the odd European backpacker. I dispatched several jugs of XXXX and a hell of a lot of Bundy at our first lunch.

As usual I was the man about town drinking in every bar and having glamour girl upon glamour girl try and buy me drinks. It’s just a shame Hyder and his new best mate cramped my style!

The wedding was a beauty. I looked fantastic and handled the occasion without a glitch. My speech was a highlight as was my dancing. The twirl master was at it again, owning the dance floor. The ladies were queuing up to have a dance. I went all night I don’t think the heart rate got under 210! As matt said “James make time for exercise now or you with have to make time for illness later”…….Matt people in Glass houses………….I smashed you on the dance floor old boy.

From nude swimming, hitting the golf ball like John Daley, sinking substantial amounts of XXXX and Rum to being the star of the wedding and the man about town it was a great trip and Brad was lucky I was there to make the wedding such a success.

There is a video of me doing a few nude laps in our pool and a little relaxing on the lilo with a xxxx in hand but I will keep that for the members section that may be coming soon to stacky.com.