Blood Lust
Phlebotomists find hot love and good times in the back of the BloodMobile.
Fudge Packin’
Sexy candy makers and their customers have fun after hours in the Fanny Farmer Kitchens.
Porkin’ Beans
Budget cutbacks mean cannery workers have to find creative ways to convince the foreman to let them keep their jobs. Lusty hijinks ensue on the conveyor.
Round Robin
Membership is waning at the birdwatchers club, but voluptuous Robin knows what she needs to do to ‘boost’ membership.

Teddy is one of the best websites I have been to in a long time. The design is outstanding and the story is both painful and poignant. It is written by Ethan, a phenomenal wordsmith that I met through Email Roulette.
Mad props to Spoober for creating Email Roulette and hooking me up with some dandy fine people.
Confidential to Ethan: I’m pretty sure your mom isn’t dead, but I can change that real quick if I need to.

I had 2 dreams this weekend involving sex and Mr. Brady. I was not having sex with Mr. Brady, I was trying to have sex and he was there dispensing advice.
I shudder to think of what dream analyses would say about that.
I also dreamed that I was swimming in the ocean in a yellow bathing suit and a pair of stilleto heels. I was part of a group that swam in the ocean and jumped on to freight ships that went by and stole stuff off them.

The funniest thing I heard all weekend…
“If I had a dick, I’d name it ‘Ice Scraper.'”

You know what kind of person I want to be when I grow up? I want to be the kind of person who goes to a potluck and brings the “Kitty Litter” cake and thinks it is clever and funny. Then I want to spend the rest of the afternoon pretending to be scandalized when people eat the “cat poop”. Won’t that be amusing. I will wear my puffy paint sweat suit combo and slip my oversized sunglases into my cute embroidered purse that says “Grandmas are just antique little girls”.
Hopefully, I will have enough presence of mind to slit my wrists and walk into traffic before I get to that point.