I'm BACK!!!
And I did it! I'm not *just* talking about staying off the blog for 40 days straight (although that's pretty unbelievable in itself) I actually took the first step in fulfilling my Lent-long ambition of becoming the local Texas dildo dealer.
You are now in the blogging presence of your very own Passion Party Consultant. Stick with me ladies, and I'll show you a whole new world of fun-tastic toe-curling toys sure to bring you closer to the angels..
'Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God.... Oh.. Oh.... OOOOOOOOOO!!'
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Saturday, March 30, 2013
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Being stuck in the desert 40 nights was probably worse..
I've thought about this long and hard. Well, okay - it actually popped into my head after I'd finished eating dinner. My first internal reaction to my idea was: 'Are you frigging nuts?!'
But since then my subconscious has calmed down a little and now I'm thinking it might not be such a bad idea. See, a little bit of anything is not usually a bad thing. But all great things have this habit of taking over.
addictive personality much?
Especially if the thing we're talking about is really great.
But since then my subconscious has calmed down a little and now I'm thinking it might not be such a bad idea. See, a little bit of anything is not usually a bad thing. But all great things have this habit of taking over.
addictive personality much?
Especially if the thing we're talking about is really great.
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