It began with a Dildorama. Which led directly to an intellectual discourse on the process of the original Dildorama. That, of course, brought MJ into the mix, squealing. Now, I am proud to say, that a couple of ladies are about to get the package of a lifetime, carefully wrapped in, well, a package. Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
As in any good relationship that has gone on for five years (give or take), a good friend will call you days after an obscure blog reference to chit chat about what your random muse of that day was (in between screaming, “BUT THERE WAS NOTHING WRONG WITH THE LINES!” as she sweats to death in her car, stuck in traffic behind one of those trucks that Max sells to paint lines on pavement. See how my web weaves itself together?). I have such a friend, who calls me to comment on my blog....
So, about two weeks ago, I blogged all about my vibrator comedy of errors. For a reason laden with agenda, I suddenly feel a need to explain the process involved in choosing a sex toy that was totally unimpressive to me. Yes, I bought a Rabbit. I bought a “Rabbit for Beginners,” actually, because I didn’t want to get too cocky (hehe) and I did momentarily have a vision of the woman who died recently while literally jackhammering herself with a dildo while her neighbors watched....
