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For those of you who didn’t notice or could care less, this blog, Zen Fetish, was down for around three days — give or take a few hours — this past week, which caused quite a kerfuffle with my regular and devoted ones. Nothing to worry about; I was just moving to a new server and I wasn’t as smart as I thought I was, so it didn’t go as smoothly nor as quickly as I’d planned. So the boo boo is all better now (though your still welcome to kiss it) and we are back to our irregularly scheduled blogging.
It’s Saturday night as I write this. The kink-0-phone is on and I’m taking calls, writing here in between. Tease and Denial is the kink du jeur this evening it seems. And I am loving it. Nothing like making a guy beg and plead and moan and groan.
A couple of new callers have shown up. One hung up when he got the big O … after telling me how absolutely wonderful and fabulous and sexy and hot and creative I was. Hmmph! Another just wanted to serve with low-key public training. It was sooo much fun and he was a perfect gentleman, saying goodbye and thank you before disappearing. I sent him five free minutes for his next call. He earned my generosity. As did a new cross-dressing caller who was such a bad boy-girl for me!
Yesterday I bought a new car, the process (car salespeople are brutal fucks) swallowing up my entire day — which ended with me driving home in my simply divine PT Cruiser in the middle of a serious snow storm. I didn’t walk into my door until well after 10 pm. And after a hot bath I went straight to bed; I was drained. So I wasn’t around for calls, but should be the rest of this week.
While I’m thinking about it, a heads up: PQS sent me a new installment of Lingerie on the Razor Wire, which I will most likely be publishing in the next few days. As usual, his writing is superb and outrageous and edgy and downright hillarious. So all you fans: stay tuned.
I am in the middle of writing a piece for my column at Sex Kitten, which is tentatively called SCUNTS (I’ll let you know when it’s published), based upon my theory/postulation that Spammers are Scunts! On reason I’ve been moved to rant and moan about these VILEST of Internet Predators is that more and more are sneaking through spam filters by altering the spelling of words just enough that the filters can’t detect nor stop them; yet leaving enough of the correct spelling in place so that the receiver gets the point. Three examples: 1) Outdoor dog-f: uc-king 2) Perefct nautral 36d szied tiits 3) Yum’my laitna fucekd and gets jzized. Now if the dumb fucks could just figure out how to send their slop to someone who cares.
And last but certainly not least, this from my sister, Bethany:
A woman and a man are involved in a car accident on a snowy, cold Monday morning; it’s a bad one. Both of their cars are totally demolished but amazingly neither of them are hurt. God works in mysterious ways.
After they crawl out of their cars, the man is yelling about women drivers. The woman, nonplussed, says, "So you’re a man. That’s interesting. I’m a woman. Wow, just look at our cars! There’s nothing left, but we’re unhurt. This must be a sign from God that we should meet and be friends and live together in peace for the rest of our days."
Flattered, the man replies, "Oh yes, I agree with you completely; this must be a sign from God! But you’re still at fault. Women shouldn’t be allowed to drive!"
The woman continues, "And look at this, here’s another miracle. My car is completely demolished but this bottle of wine didn’t break. Surely God wants us to drink this wine and celebrate our good fortune."
Then she hands the bottle to the man. The man nods his head in agreement, opens it and drinks half the bottle and then hands it back to the woman. The woman takes the bottle and immediately puts the cap back on, and hands It back to the man.
The man asks, "Aren’t you having any?"
The woman smiles sweetly and replies, "No, I think I’ll just wait for the police."
MORAL OF THE STORY: Women are clever, evil bitches!
xo, Angela
Just shows you don’t drink and drive. I can’t imagine you being a bitch, except in the bedroom that is, dear Angela.
An amusing tale from Bethany and best of luck with your new wheels!
I am getting the same emails lately, and it is taxing. Paricularly because I really don’t access porn on the net, so how in the heck are they even finding me?
Cute little story from your sister. Got to love those evil women. But women always have been smarter and wilier than us.
I looked for you Saturday night, but you were busy.
PT Cruiser? You go, Miss St. Lawrence!
Another marvelous collection of blog-gems. Nice choice of cars, though I imagine you are most often the cruisee not cruiser. And PT? Perverted Thoughts? Precious Tits? It all works. And then there are the spamers….public hangings?