Confusion

It's really no secret that I'd rather write smut than advertising a mooching sack campaign... Geez, who wouldn't? And wouldn't you rather read the Blog O' Booty Wisdoms, than a campaign to generate enough pennies to keep the Blog O' Wisdom alive?

Solutions

I heard you've missed me... pity that, I've missed you, too.

But I have a solution that can make everyone happy:

A Long Weekend In Bed - Little Blue Pill

I've been in bed all weekend. Hot to the point of feverish and most definitely steamy.

Ask A Hot Chick - Two

Respect is probably a little too much to ask considering we live in the real world and everything.

Anyone with a more balanced Hotness Measuring System
is welcome to defend this more than I care to.
Oh, wait, you already did...
right here.
Fucks given about anyone's approval: ZERO.
It's paramount to my hotness.

Reviews From The Nut Gallery - Two

People are still shy to comment openly on the posts and Facebook and shit. Or I'm a twat who makes private conversations public... you'd think that'd stop a certain number of people from talking to me, or at the very least sending me dicktures that I'm not allowed to use here... It doesn't.

Sexy Poetry...

My favourite husband and I were talking about, none other than the great and magnificent,

WTF? DTF? SWM? MWM? ffm? BDSM? WTF?

Okay, I just read the funniest shit ever. I'm hoping it's composer will come in on guest blog duty with it. Fucking hilarious to the point that words escape me in trying to describe it to you. Yes! Words escaped me.

The best description I can give is that it's kind of an inside joke thing between non-chodes. The closest real world, ready reference I can come up with would be