I have a step ladder.
I lost my real ladder at a young age.
The second rule of Fight Club is: Don’t whistle songs from “The Sound of Music.”
My boyfriend ran out on me. Luckily I’d used rechargeable batteries.
Something I won’t miss from my younger days: inappropriate boners. Something I’ll miss from my younger days: appropriate boners.
I just had a stack of toilet paper rolls fall on me in the supermarket.
It’s OK, though. Just some soft tissue damage.
I don’t think I’ll get that promotion after all. During my annual performance review, my boss spent most of the time beating me on the head with a yachting cap like the Skipper did Gilligan.
This morning, I woke up on the floor next to some nameless Wal-Mart greeter, both of us naked and covered with Cheez Whiz. Well, there goes THAT resolution.
Sometimes when I’m in the shower, all hot, wet and naked, soaping up my breasts and having fun with the showerhead, I try and think of ways to incorporate that scene into a filthy Rumination. Unfortunately, no luck so far.
Absinthe makes the schlong grow harder.
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