Dame liked knives – that’s how I knew she was different. And her curves were dynamite, just waiting to go off. I could hear the timer ticking away in my head. Tall, blonde, blue eyes. She was none of those things, but tell her that any of that made her less of a woman, and she’d give you an Enzo Angiolini enema. Not one of those half-inch pump deals either. …
I really have so much to write about that it’s not even funny. Too bad none of it is important. But what do you expect from a blog? This is a haven for the irrelevant. So, every now and then, I’ll get these weird posts to my blog comments. I can only assume that they’re bots of some kind, but why they’ve targeted me, I’m not sure. What I am sure…
“So when the policeman cracks my jaw I’ll say, that must be the 25 percent you didn’t know.” That’s what my friend Kate said when I told her that we only need to get a 75 percent on our law exam to continue on in the police academy. But then I put it balance for her, and explained that EMT’s also only need a 75 percent to pass their exams. You…