Can I please watch the Port-A-John Shit Hole Bowl (tm) without Nelly weaving his silky smooth ear candy every damn time a quarter ends or starts?
NYC-area Deliciousness alert! →
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To my neti pot using friends: be careful of the... →
Distilled water from now on.
Hotties in Heels
So if I’m to believe the internet (and why shouldn’t I), the derelict factories and train yards of Europe are littered with semi-nude skinny women risking their shoes on industrial surfaces.
Hey! Are you an aspiring romance author? Live in... →
zoearcher: I’ll be teaching a class on romance novels on February 12 at the Writing Pad. Two and a half hours of discussion, writing and treats, all in a cool Downtown L.A. loft. There are only four spots left, so sign up today!
Some like it hygienic
I once had a dental hygienist tell me that they give how they like to get. Today: No foreplay, little conversation and a deliberate hand. Had one once who liked it rough. Lots of soft tissue damage.
Early in the holiday season and the particular fauna of this time of year are already out in abundance. On a recent foray to the super market, a Christmas Whistler was spotted, repeating the same melody over and over while darting through the produce, selecting the most perfect apple from the pile. Another Christmas Whistler was found in the local shopping arena, like a living embodiment of AM...
DEVIL'S KISS releases today! →
My lost weekend was caused solely by cheese.
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Sometimes when I’m chopping vegetables, I imagine Gordon Ramsay shouting at my technique. Then I think, “FU, man. Get outta my kitchen.”