You Know You Need to Lose Weight When…

• You can’t quite catch your breath after executing a highly aerobic maneuver such a as tying your shoes.
• Your friends start referring to you as Dracula because you have developed a serious avoidance to mirrors and will go to any length not to step in front of one.
• You wrestle with your three year old and after 30 seconds not only does the kid win but you are seriously considering calling 911 for chest pains.
• You suffer from Dunlop disease (your belly dun lops over your belt).
• You steer your car with your knees because it takes two hands to handle a Whopper.
• You have to lie down on the bed and suck and that gut just to get your jeans zipped.
• The little twerp at the KFC cash register sees you coming and says “I know, the usual right? A dozen buttermilk biscuits with lots of butter and honey and a dozen hot wings!” and laughs… “Oh yeah, and a small diet Pepsi.” (and he’s right)

Men Know They Need to Lose Weight When…

• Their wife’s bra fits them better than it does her.
• Those XXX shirts that used to be a joke (who would need such a big shirt unless you’re a football player) are now tight on you… And you’re not a football player.
• You strip chicken bones, steak bones and pork chop bones so clean that the dog even turns up his nose at the prospect of getting anything off of them.
• Your overly abundant belly causes you to have your car seat so far back that you can literally reach up and touch the rear window.

Now that you’ve laughed about it, time to get serious, exercise and try supplements like Irvingia Gabonensis.

I cannot tell a lie.  My name is everything to me.

It’s my brand, my reputation, my succcess.  I want to put it in front of your eyes and ears every chance I get.

Paul Jamrock.

YES! There’s another one.

I know what you’re thinking:  “You’re good paul, you’re real good!”

You know what I’m thinking?  I’d have to agree.

After thinking it over during my recent trip to Costa Rica, I’ve decided that I do, in fact,  have wisdom that I should share with my fellow cyber-citizens and serial entrepreneurs.

And so begins the Jamrock Blog…

I’ve made my fortune in many different arenas.  But I owe at least half of it to the internet.   About 3 years ago I began buying websites, most of which I’ve turned into juggernauts for traffic and advertising revenue.

Using this ad revenue, I have traveled the world setting up money generating industries in third world countries.  And most recently have thrown my hat into the record label/music publishing arena.

I will be using this blog to talk about the day to day operations of Paul  Jamrock Enterprises, my various web properties, and new projects.  My thoughts and insight into life.

Let’s face it, you don’t become Paul Jamrock by being an idiot.  So I owe this to the world.  The world deserves to know what it’s like to be me.

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Who knows you might learn something.

Jamrock loves you baby.