It's the Sex Toys, Isn't It?

I was just wondering to myself, where all my readers have gone. Surely one week of less than optimal production and comment negligence is not enough to drive them all away?

Then I got to thinking about the quality and content of my posts this past month and I realized that I've mentioned sex toys in not one, but three separate posts.

Also, the word "pussy" is now in two of my post titles.

AND, I wrote twice of my fangirly fascination with a man 15 years younger than me.

That's it, isnt't it?

You all think I'm sort of slavering, salacious sex maniac. A perv.

I'm going to have to do something really spectacular to restore your opinion of me.

Ummmmm...hey..maybe I'll finish the fourth installment of "Funeral In a Small Town" and post it for you.

Would you love me again then?

Or, I could switch genres and become a sex blogger. There are a startling number of sex blogs out there. There must be an audience.

Or maybe it's the money. Money would be good.

But could I rest easy knowing my children were drinking milk bought with money tainted by porn?

Lessee...at $4 a gallon?

Yep. Sure could.

Anyway...come back readers. I won't post offensive stuff anymore. It was purely unintentional. I just haven't had the mental energy for any highbrow stuff and I guess I got a little too comfortable making dildo jokes.

Cause, yannow...a Peter North ejaculating dildo is funny. I mean, honestly who buys this stuff?

Oops, I'm doing it again.

((Sheepish Grin))