People always ask me, what is the story behind Oreoman.Com? Why Oreoman? Well it is not that interesting but here goes. When I was around 12 years old their was a guy who lived on the corner of my street. He was the captain of the high school football team. He was dating the very pretty home coming queen (Blah Blah Blah).
 
One day my friends and I got up the nerve to talk to him and one of my friends (Mark), asked him. "What do you do with your girlfriend"? He said "if you guys give me a dollar each, I'll tell you". Intrigued we gathered up dollars any way we could. Cut grass, painted, I lifted it out of my Moms purse.
 
When we each had a dollar we went back down to his house we all payed admission. The following is the story he told us: "Last night I rented a hotel room and we brought Oreo cookies and Milk". "After she took off her clothes I proceeded to dip the Oreo cookies in the milk and then whipped them at her butt".
 
Needless to say this day in my life personally was awesome I had officially just met the coolest guy in the world.
 
Many years later after attempting to write comedy. I had a joke idea involving the names of cocktails. This is the joke: "I don't drink, last night I was at the bar with some of my friends". "One guy asked for an orgasm, one guy asked for a slow comfortable screw, sex on the beach another guy said". "When she asked me what I wanted". "I thought you got to ask for what you "WANTED". "So I said, strip me down, strap me to the wall and whip some milk soaked Oreo cookies at my butt"!!! I told that story on stage for years to the point where people went so far as to bring oreos to my shows. Throw oreos at me while I was on stage & I even use it still as the domain name for my web-site, and now you know the rest of the story.

M.G.