Beschreibung des Verlags
Where do I begin? At the end, of course. ('Tis always better to start at the end, than to take it up the rear end. Or so I've heard. At least until any unconfirmed stories of my backside antics come to light or otherwise demonstrate undeniable evidence. Until then? Nope: not my butt, not my brain, thank you very much.)
I've managed to survive winter. Barely. While I still have a way to go before summer, the hot flashes are starting to come hard and heavy again, so at least I can find a silver lining on that particular plugged toilet in my life.
My snowplow out of the blizzard effectively storms over a tremendous amount of unhallowed ground.
From unfortunate exposures behind door #2 to troubling massage questions about the bits and baubles laid bare before unsuspecting and knowing gazes alike.
A "fun" experience with Boober ride-share service through evil Night Noises disturbing my sleep.
Disgusting quandaries in Nevada concerning particular "Spatial Awareness" of enter-uh-taining, um, 'services' that are offered and how boys and girls feel the world differently maybe down there. Um, yeah, I probably mean down there meaning, like in Nevada. Yeah, that's the ticket.
Which is easier to accept than what it means to be "Spit-Water-Roasted" in a hotel hot tub, that's for sure. Although by that point, heck, I'll just do 'em all when Snowed In, which only makes figuring out the Shades of Rose easier on a sleep deprived brain.
As if that wasn't enough, I even revisit the Women's Wellness Camp of yore, Embrace the Suck, and try to figure out this Offensive / Not Offensive issue that clouds my horizon and dim view of what the world looks like to a normal non-HSDD brain.
Along with the usual suspects in a Question & Answer session 9 with Rose, and all the other points not yet covered: Coitus Interruptus, Mr. Nipbles - Purple Nurple, & More Spawn Fun (relatives: gotta love'em - or at least wonder why your sister remains completely intent on paying you back for unremembered transgressions against her), Cornholio, and maybe a nice surprise or two.
And finally, delving completely into my odd deficiencies with a "Want to Want To Origin" examination.
Yes, all that, and less... I mean, more, just waiting to be discovered running up and down the Corn Rose.
(Confused? Not as much as me. But I didn't list my Table of Contents in this description, did I? Score one for the home team - well, at least once they get back from being lost in the corn maze. Which, dammit all, start putting Port-a-Potties out there if you're going to make those things this big and difficult to find my way out.)
