SMOKING IS SEXY

I’d like everyone to meet my new Dutch boyfriend Herkamur. I’ll be selling the house and leaving the country soon. Wish me well.

See.. You didn’t buy it did you… Because you all read this damn blog which I refuse to admidt to owning.

Well – for something that doesn’t exist – it sure does give me trouble at times.

Today, once again, my attempts at a lurid piggy affair via the webcam was thwarted by the existence of blog.popâ„¢.

“So buddy – why don’t you haul that monster out and show me”
“Hey – dood – I really like your house.”
“What?”
“I found your blog through so and so… You’re that guy with the two husbands. Man yer’ funny!”

Suddenly all the make-believe promises of roadside motel hide the sausage deflate along with my erection and I’m suddenly exposed… REVEALED… Oh.. You’re “that guy”

“That Guy” .. indeed… Not the freewheeling, watersports-curious, reckless, adulteristic pig fucker I was trying to falsely sell myself as in hopes to solicit a skin-show just keystrokes before.

All I did today, aside from contemplate alternate anonymous screen names / personas – was work on an Invitation for devcubber‘s surprise party she’s throwing for her mom.

I had to visually research “Smokey The Bear” for the invitation You get the funniest damn things when you google image search.

It’s where I found my new husband. Herkamur, remember? I told you about him above..

You’re still not buying this are you.

You think there’s a blog.