|You know you want me, ladies. |
You may thank your friend, Al.
Can't believe I just wrote that. I feel so unclean.
Because they delayed gratification by reading my last post, "Inspiration" (or they lied. Hey, who can really know here?), I've decided to reward Jennifer, Jenny, Dirty Cowgirl (may I call you "Dirty"?), and Mynx.
Never let it be said that I'm not a man of my word (well, except for that "death till you part" thing with with Mrs. Penwasser I). At great personal risk to my reputation as an International Man of Mystery-Dwarf Division, I've surfed the 'net for pictures of what-I think-are sexy pictures of dudes. I just hope the Gender Police don't show up on my doorstep demanding surrender of my Guy Card.
Even though I've only identified the four ladies above (if those are, in fact, their real names), I'm sure there are plenty more of you out there who'd enjoy a peek.
If nothing else, it gives me something to write about. I do have a couple posts I'll be writing soon about: fingers, bathroom devices, and colonic advantages of bran. Plus, I owe some patient people award acknowledgements. Please don't send someone to break my legs. I promise I'll get to them (there's that promise thing again).
I can say this for myself. Even though I'm not titillated (hee...hee...hee. I said 'titillated'), I will put the extra cupcake down and do a few crunches. My six pack is starting to look like a twelve-pack of juice boxes (NOTE: I never had a six-pack. I lied. Sue me.)