Nothing to worry about. It’s just a bit of self-abuse. I’ll have make-up sex with myself later.
I was going through my checkbook the other day, and I noticed that I didn’t have a check for house insurance recently in the register. That’s odd I thought. I went and looked through the duplicates. Nope not their either. So I called my Ins. Agent. The agent called the company and they said they sent me a bill Apr 22. I looked some more, didn’t find it. Got home from work looked some more still, and still didn’t find it. Now I vaguely remembered seeing it though. Getting close to bedtime, I look to see how my supply of blank checks is. Low and behold there is the bill in with the blank checks. I think I must’ve thought that I would use up the pad in my checkbook and find the bill when I refilled it. Stupid mistake that was bugging me for two days. I hate it when I leave something in a special spot knowing that I couldn’t possibly forget about it, and then do.
Never really had a good grasp on make up sex, Fuck the Mascara, Fuck the foundation, Rouge is a cool name but I wouldn’t go on about it til I’m red in the face. Lipstick just sounds soo dirty.
Hustler magazine was the first one to “Show Pink.” Kinda gives new meaning to being in the Pink. I could speculate about a speculum, I don’t know how to specu-early though. We could have a Pabst Beer and talk about it.
Wild
E.T. Enter Tangentially 
I would tell you that you are ‘just not right’ but I hate stating the obvious. Bless y’all’s heart. 😛
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I’m definitely more left, kind of like a cadence, Your Left, Your Left, Your Left-Right-Left
Did you ever notice that Drill Sergeants sound like Daleks? In Basic I kept expecting them to say Exterminate!
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