Go to my wishlist and buy me this.
I mean, it's not my brithday or anything ... but I did tell someone to fuck right off last night.
Which brings me to the purpose of this entry:
You may assume that because I'm a man that it is okay to grab my various bits, especially if you have been drinking, or are a middle-aged-bored-housewife.
it is not okay.
It had never been a prevalent issue until this summer, beginning with my visit to Tulsa, OK where chelsea dressed me in an outfit that must have included a sign that read, "grope my ass repeatedly, please," as I spent most of the evening swatting away various drunken southerners.
Then there was the drunk woman at 2pm on a Sunday outside the BP .. . what?
Friday night, grope grope gropeddy grope - my favorite dive bar, which is usually a bastion from the feely-bots, had been overrun by tourists in town for the Michigan v. Michigan State game. The place, which usually looks like an issue of Maximum Rock and Roll, had taken a turn towards Maxim town ... and crashed into a drunken, feely, mess.
Last night I hit a house party in my very specical costume, which involved no less than 50 Kerry-Edwards bumper stickers, only to have the majority of them thefted by these two drunk 19-year-old girls who insisted they, "dressed up last night." Stealing the stickers was bad enough, but then they had to "return" them ... to my ass ... over and over again ... and "make sure it's on there good."
After skirting those "groupies," I was intercepted by the dominatrix who insisted that she give me a ride home; I felt that she should have dressed up, tying sex toys to your bondage pants is not a costime for some people ... and I saw a beatnik.
A very cute beatnik; she looked just like Jennifer Jason Leigh in the Hudsucker Proxy
I secretly hoped for her to drop an, "I'd stake my Pulitzer on it!"
But check it like Fab Five Freddy; how does one engage the shy, cute, beatnik (wearing her sunglasses inside ... hot) while being assaulted on all sides by an intoxicated dominatix, some teenie-boppers, and at one point a flaming cowboy?
"fuck RIGHT off"
Seriously, it's not okay.
I'm going out with the beatnik on Tuesday - maybe that will show 'em.
**edited to add, perhaps I'll just sh'pap them instead.
I mean, it's not my brithday or anything ... but I did tell someone to fuck right off last night.
Which brings me to the purpose of this entry:
You may assume that because I'm a man that it is okay to grab my various bits, especially if you have been drinking, or are a middle-aged-bored-housewife.
it is not okay.
It had never been a prevalent issue until this summer, beginning with my visit to Tulsa, OK where chelsea dressed me in an outfit that must have included a sign that read, "grope my ass repeatedly, please," as I spent most of the evening swatting away various drunken southerners.
Then there was the drunk woman at 2pm on a Sunday outside the BP .. . what?
Friday night, grope grope gropeddy grope - my favorite dive bar, which is usually a bastion from the feely-bots, had been overrun by tourists in town for the Michigan v. Michigan State game. The place, which usually looks like an issue of Maximum Rock and Roll, had taken a turn towards Maxim town ... and crashed into a drunken, feely, mess.
Last night I hit a house party in my very specical costume, which involved no less than 50 Kerry-Edwards bumper stickers, only to have the majority of them thefted by these two drunk 19-year-old girls who insisted they, "dressed up last night." Stealing the stickers was bad enough, but then they had to "return" them ... to my ass ... over and over again ... and "make sure it's on there good."
After skirting those "groupies," I was intercepted by the dominatrix who insisted that she give me a ride home; I felt that she should have dressed up, tying sex toys to your bondage pants is not a costime for some people ... and I saw a beatnik.
A very cute beatnik; she looked just like Jennifer Jason Leigh in the Hudsucker Proxy
I secretly hoped for her to drop an, "I'd stake my Pulitzer on it!"
But check it like Fab Five Freddy; how does one engage the shy, cute, beatnik (wearing her sunglasses inside ... hot) while being assaulted on all sides by an intoxicated dominatix, some teenie-boppers, and at one point a flaming cowboy?
"fuck RIGHT off"
Seriously, it's not okay.
I'm going out with the beatnik on Tuesday - maybe that will show 'em.
**edited to add, perhaps I'll just sh'pap them instead.
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Should we leave the porch* light on?
Hugs and kisses,
Ginny.
* Alright, alright. So there's no porch. But the hallway light is always on, so...
For what it's worth, we cheered as Michigan slowly went Democratic....