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It’s been a motherfucker of a summer in my neck of the woods, the temperature being well into the 90’s and above most days.  Miss Angela doesn’t like it; she doesn’t like it one bit.  I got suckered into a picnic on Memorial Day and I was not happy.  I won’t bore you with the details, because I’m sure that you’ve experienced your own picnic nightmares.

So the closest I intend on getting close to anything picnic-y is a Long Island Ice Tea.  Or maybe a fantasy with you in which you strip down and wank for me and the girls around the pool. *wink*

Therefore we have plan B:  A SUPER-SIZED Labor Day Sale, in which you can save some serious do-re-mi while getting your rocks off.  For the last three years, I’ve had a New Year’s Eve Sale (because, you guessed it, I also hate New Year’s Eve) that has been absolutely banging.  So it will be interesting to see how this goes.

If you’re a regular, you know it’s the best deal in town and you already know what you’re in for.

If you haven’t talked with me, now’s your chance.  If you want to get a feel for what I do, check out Blistered Lips, where you will find an eclectic collection of vignettes written by for you.  Basically… I like it kinky & perverse and I like to be in charge.

Hope to talk with you soon.

Angela

ps.  Snazzy … if you’re still out there, I tried to email you and, of course, couldn’t reach you.  There was a big snafu on my end and just got your email today.  I answered it immediately.  Snazzyyyy: come home!

Edited to add:  Well, apparently, Snazzy is gone with the wind.  I feel very bad about that. But can’t do a thing about it.  The good news is that you guys showed up in droves for my Super Duper Labor Day Sale.  Thank you so much.  I hope each and every one of you had a very good time.  Look in your email for 5 Free minutes.  You earned it.

Oh the callers I know who would masturbate to this scene.

Just sayin’.  *wink*

Zachary was doing very badly in math. His parents had tried everything … tutors, mentors, flash cards, special learning centers.

In short, everything they could think of to help his math.

Finally, in a last ditch effort, they took little Zachary down and enrolled him in the local Catholic school because they had a reputation for getting excellent results.

After the first day, Zachary came home with a very serious look on his face. He didn’t even kiss his mother hello. Instead, he went straight to his room and started studying. Books and papers were spread out all over the room and little Zachary was hard at work. His mother was amazed.

She called him down to dinner, but to her shock, the minute he was done, Zachary marched back to his room without a a word, and in no time, he was back hitting the books as hard as before.

This went on for some time, day after day, while the mother tried to understand what made all the difference.

Finally, little Zachary brought home his Report Card. He quietly laid it on the table, went up to his room and hit the books. With great trepidation, his mother looked at it and to her great surprise, little Zachary got an “A” in math. She could no longer hold her curiosity.

She went to his room and said, “Son, what was it? Was it the nuns?” Little Zachary looked at her and shook his head. “Well, then,” she asked, “was it the books?”

“Nope.”

“Was it the discipline?”

“Nah”

“Was it the structure?”

“No.”

“Was it the uniforms?”

“Uh-uh.”

“Then tell mother, Zachary, WHAT WAS IT?”

Little Zachary looked at her and said, “Well, on the first day of school when I saw that guy nailed to the plus sign, I knew they weren’t fooling around.”

I made this for an online business card.

It looks prettier when you click on it.  Go ahead.

xo