It's the Sex Toys, Isn't It?
Then I got to thinking about the quality and content of my posts this past month and I realized that I've mentioned sex toys in not one, but three separate posts.
Also, the word "pussy" is now in two of my post titles.
AND, I wrote twice of my fangirly fascination with a man 15 years younger than me.
That's it, isnt't it?
You all think I'm sort of slavering, salacious sex maniac. A perv.
I'm going to have to do something really spectacular to restore your opinion of me.
Ummmmm...hey..maybe I'll finish the fourth installment of "Funeral In a Small Town" and post it for you.
Would you love me again then?
Or, I could switch genres and become a sex blogger. There are a startling number of sex blogs out there. There must be an audience.
Or maybe it's the money. Money would be good.
But could I rest easy knowing my children were drinking milk bought with money tainted by porn?
Lessee...at $4 a gallon?
Yep. Sure could.
Anyway...come back readers. I won't post offensive stuff anymore. It was purely unintentional. I just haven't had the mental energy for any highbrow stuff and I guess I got a little too comfortable making dildo jokes.
Cause, yannow...a Peter North ejaculating dildo is funny. I mean, honestly who buys this stuff?
Oops, I'm doing it again.