Two Wrongs Don’t Make A Right

Don’t get me wrong…I appreciate the shot–a “wet pussy” I believe was the name–that you bought me. It was a sweet gesture, but I don’t drink. And as charming as it was, you buying said drink isn’t enough to tempt me to start. Although I’m no expert, I’ve been in enough bars to know that [...]

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More than just a dog

In May of 1995, while shopping for used CDs at a strip mall in Salt Lake City, I met Shela. She was an 8 week old Lab/Beagle puppy, and probably the CUTEST dog I had ever seen. Not just the way she looked, but her personality as well. The shop owner said she’d been running [...]

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To fart or not to fart…that is the question.

While in the comfort of my own home, when the need to expel noxious fumes from my ass would hit me, I just went with it. I didn’t fight it, worry about it, or really even think much about it. I pulled a NIKE and just did it. Not that I was a chronic [...]

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A tale of two pussies

When one (one being me, the omnipotent ruler of Megatropolis, whose opinion in this forum is really the only one that counts) thinks about a cat, the words lithe, graceful, nimble, and stealthy come to mind. I’ve had my share of cats. I’ve owned cats. I’ve worked with cats. I’m not ready to judge the [...]

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