Oh, I am so sorry, Penni. I am sure you know that when the muse hits, sometimes the imagination runs wild. In this case, titillated with recent conversations about the sensual nature of canned hams, the soft, luxuriant nature of Velveeta, fantasies of the Single Man eating his breakfast, and memories of Bilbo (is Bilbo still dead, incidentally?), and my new resolve to make sure my teenager becomes a practicing lesbian before she finishes high school, well, what can I say?
Vagina came along, seeming like she was up for almost anything (you know Vagina!), and the light bulb of homoerotic desire which twinkles on and off in my pagan, ambisexual, do it if it feels good brain must have short-circuited. My condolences to Rambi, for involving her in a story that was not true to her character, and to DryGulch as well, who is probably on his way over here now. I hope he bathed this year!!
Would Rambi like some Pepto? Feeling better? I hope those grapes were picked by union farmworkers, incidentally . . . |
