I want to start a band called Ten Inch Tails, just because I like
With all the body parts showing up in food these days, nobody's gonna
notice me when I tell 'em that I found a breast in my chicken sandwich.
1 oz. Jagermeister
1 oz. Rumpleminze
1 oz. Bacardi 151
1 oz. Robitussin
Served ice cold.
It has occurred to me that the little bit of touchy-feely time that I
spent with my favorite redhead on Saturday has helped considerably with
keeping me sane here in the End of Days. It wasn't particularly
intimate, but it was sensual, and it was really very sweet. And it
really means a lot to me that I have friends that I can have physical
contact with and not have it be freaky.
Of course, that doesn't mean I don't wanna get my freak on. But it does
help keep the wolves of horniness at bay, and perhaps keep me from
making some bad decisions (a.k.a. "thinking with my dick"). Dick is not
for thinking. Dick is for doing. See Dick run. Run, Dick, Run!
And no gonnorhea jokes please.
Hey, lucyruthe, did you ever get the pictures from the
WindyMonte housewarming party up? I'm in particular looking for the one
with you and me and vixenly.