Recently

There has been nothing interesting going on in my life and I am so busy with classes, work, and my tan that I haven’t had a chance to get a good thought for a story/fantasy to emerge. But I’m still here, just inactive; both writing-wise and sexually.

XOXO,

Whisper

Just a test

To see if people find my site by those Google, MSN, AOL, etc searches and to see how many of them are perverts. Titty fuck rusty trombone reach around dirty midget fucking baby shark calf while superman dat ho!

NOW GET OUT OF HERE YOU DIRTY FUCKING PERVERTS!!!! SHOO!!!!!!!

Was wrong

About the 3/4 bottle of Bailey’s, there was only a half-bottle. Not anymore though. Teehee.

My big night in

It’s Saturday night and I am doing the exact same thing that I have been this last week: sitting at home watching trashy reality TV and waiting for Monday to roll around so that I can start my new job. And while I am sitting here half-watching all the trashy TV and half-reading The Over-Educated Nympho I got the fantabulous idea that I really, really want to do a drunk post, and not drunk as in just-barely-only-slightly-buzzed but totally trashed and can’t make the keyboard stop moving even though my computer is on a sturdy table. And I would be doing that right now and explaining that I want to but I’m not really that drunk; however I’m home alone, I’m not depressed*, and I only have 3/4 of a bottle of Bailey’s Chocolate Mint whereas if I want that kind of drunk I will need a full bottle and two shots of hard A. Curse my wretched high tolerance! Why can’t I be like one of those silly sorost-otutes and have 1 beer and be wasted?

Oh well, since I can’t/don’t-want-to-drink-by-myself drunk post tonight I will post one disgusting fact and leave it at that.

During an hour’s swimming at a municipal pool you will ingest 1/12 liter of urine.

There you go: enjoy your splashy-happy time at the public pool on the next scorching day!

XOXO,

Whisper

*When I say depressed I am not attacking anyone with depression or anyone who is on anti-depressants; what I am saying is that I’m neither bored enough nor sad enough about life to drink alone. I do know of people who do this on a regular basis and I’m not judging them. I am merely saying that for me, personally, I have not reached that point yet.