...with the color of purple poop. I can't say that I'm not motherly proud of my contusy beauties, but they hurt whenever I find myself in a situation where I have to cross my legs tightly in order to avoid tartly attention. Not that I dislike the attention. And the pain. I just love to whine, is all.
Yes, I had a rough weekend. Highly orgiastic, but rough and slightly painful.
But that's not why I'm here. Today I came here for the Ape, and for her great and endearing love of leather whips. And for her enabling this blog (which, by the very by, I spanked her into doing). Yeah, that's right, it all comes down to me. Me and my needs. And my bruised thighs, of course.
Anyway... Here's for you, Ape and Oddballs: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LhDCXXvK0QE
It's the small things.
ReplyDeleteI am slightly envious of your orgiastic weekend, especially in relationship to mine. Somehow visiting the Museum of the American Indian doesn't seem quite as...rough and painful?
At least I can enjoy the sweetness of Devo. Once I get the whip down, I am so going to undress people with it all the time, and say "Oh yeah!" while doing so.