Odds & Ends

The hairy bear picture in the below post was not appreciated. I swear there are moral net police just waiting to pounce. An hour after I posted I got the first e-mail. So, people are more offended by a hairy ass than me watching a couple screw on the beach. It could have been worse...he could have been showing his wanker instead of his ass.

I posted a naked hairy ass on my blog. Thats pretty much it. If it wasn't liked, I can't help that.

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Damn, I wish my Aston Martin ran on biofuel made from excess wine.
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The Day I Fell In Love With England
He was the type of guy my friends and I avoided like the plague. A gentlemen many called him. Clean cut and no tattoos. He didn't smoke and he didn't do drugs (to this day it amazes me that a joint has never passed his lips). But he was one of those that had that thing that cannot be described but is apparent in every movement. His presence was commanding, he made women stare and men pay attention. He was beautiful and menacing. He was handsome and kind. He was mysterious and dangerous.

That day when my world changed forever, I was a mess. My naturally curly dark hair had been blood red with a streak of pink back then. But that day it looked it looked like a brillo pad got it's ass kicked. After 9 hours in flight and two ohmygodI'mgoingtodie car rides, I wasn't feeling fresh, I was pissed and had decided that I hated England with a passion.

So when I walked into that dinner, I was prepared to hate on anyone within my vicinity. I was prepared to be every bit of the obnoxious rude American. Until I saw him. Surrounded by women...looking uncomfortable and amused all at once. In one second, one flash of a moment, his oddly flecked yellow/green eyes locked into my brown ones and my world was never the same.

I love you more today than yesterday.
But not as much as tomorrow.

This & That Too

As is evident, I am not a prude. It's not really the best kept secret around here is it? So when the group of us, sitting on a deck at 2am, witnessed a couple start going at it right there on the beach I wasn't really bothered. None of us were and none tried to hide the fact that we were openly watching.

But (and you knew there was one), when the guy pulled his pants completely off, my WTF kicked in. If you're going to go through the trouble of putting on a show couldn't you make sure little man Johnson wasn't covered in thick brush. Or for that matter, your entire body? Sasquatch banging Barbie is not an attractive thing, I don't care what fetish site you've been perusing.

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File this with the too much info department:
Sex when you've been married for a billion years takes far longer and is far better than the start of your marriage. Especially when it's accompanied by cherry lube and body chocolate.
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Oops
I missed my blog anniversary. An ongoing conversation between me and others is that I don't do nearly enough to promote this blog. And my track record on social sites is laughable. I sign up and then promptly lose interest. I'd like to say that this will be the year I finally do something to bring in more readers. But then that would be a lie.

But I cherish the readers I do have! That includes all of you lovelies that have me on your reader! Thank you, thank you very much.