I present Erin
Erin was gracious, or out of her mind, to ask me to guest blog on her's. I was floored if you forgot. I've since asked she to do the same on mine and once again, I'm floored. Ladies and pigs... Erin Hello. My name is Erin O'Brien and I am looking for my g-spot. It has thus far been so elusive that I am beginning to fear that my g-spot is fictitious. I have heard people talk about it. I have even heard that, if properly stimulated, my g-spot can exhibit this phenomenon*, which is intriguing to me for any number of reasons. I should note that I have gotten along just marvelously heretofore without knowing exactly where my g-spot is. However, if a person has something, I believe they should (at a bare minimum) keep track of it. After all, it's mine.
In the accompanying photograph, I am looking to see if perhaps I left my g-spot in this novel I wrote, but alas, my efforts were to no avail. I even checked in my freezer, but my g-spot was not there.
So I have been walking the streets in the soft rain, calling out for my g-spot. But my g-spot does not come.
If any of you have seen my g-spot or have any information regarding my g-spot, please let me know.
Thank you for your support.
Erin O'Brien
*might require frequent laundering of bed linens.
posted by Toby @ 7/25/2006 08:58:00 AM
54 less bottles of beer in my fridge
