Happy Birthday, Peteski! When we are betrothed, I hope it plays like this:
Yours, Pinky
ps - thanks for encouraging me to turn my blog into an "adult" site. Lord. Oh, and my birthday was yesterday. And as for you, Stitch, naked shout-outs are cold in December!
I think I've said too much already. A girl can't lay down all her cards at once. Good thing my deck goes higher than 52. I wish I were a guy so I could pee anywhere I wanted while standing up. That's real power. I'd like to meet the following: My great-great grandparents, the N. Oklahoma ones, not the Swiss gentry. My woebegone friendship with Adam G. The man who's going to be with me till we're retired to the porch swing sucking on glycerine tablets, and who still reads to me at night, while I rub his feet. My ambitions with commitment and discipline. The characters from old David Lee Roth videos. Hot carb on carb action. That fucker who keeps trying to take the bbq, in a dark alley, satan's minions, lilliputians, nigglers, pifflers, piddlers, snake-oil peddlers, cripples, do-gooders, truth-seekers, sweethearts, wandering minstrels, interlopers, robber barons, saints, sinners, people who snort and guffaw, holler and whoop, tender tender people with good hearts, and all my fat little babies. I like BUTTER! And Vitamin Z!
4 comments:
"Smut-purveyor".
That'll look good on the ol' resume!
Ahh, who am I kidding? It's in good taste.
I am fully behind this new naked approach your blog is taking in these last two posts. Keep up the good work Kissyface.
ch - I don't know if it was in good taste - they are releasing doves in the photo, after all. Cliché alert. And then there's that shiny satin... oops!
mcgone - that's big of you.
where's peteski? it's like he's left me at the altar.
...and never the bride.
For shame!
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