Exhausted from his work with the Save The Whales Society, Bird Dog has decided to kick back for a few days and finally watch the final season of 'All My Children' on DVD. That Erica sure was hot, wasn't she? Who can blame him!
Sadly, this means I'll be doing the morning links through Monday. Unlike my own posts, where only urbane sophisticates with an intellectual bent are allowed to comment, the morning links are open to all walks of life, from the lowliest unwanted dregs of society (liberals, hedonists, Mac users) to wretched unwashed misfits (slobs, drunken reprobates, Chrome browser users) all the way to nutjob religious zealots (Two-Seed-In-The-Spirit Predestinarian Baptists, global warming alarmists), so it doesn't promise to be pretty.
I was going to fill in this spot with some interesting behind-the-scenes tidbits on a certain unruly commenter (I wouldn't want to mention any names, but I don't suppose it's giving too much away to say his name starts with the letter 'Z'), but he seems to have taken off for the nonce, so I won't waste our time. If he returns, I'll immediately issue a major bulletin warning everybody.
Also, as regular readers know, I can be a real blabbermouth quite prolific at times, and unfortunately I've taken this whole vacation thing way too seriously and currently have (cough!) twenty articles ready to go. Sorry about that. So plan on seeing a plethora of goodies over the next five days.
Switching gears about as radically as one can without suffering whiplash, let's talk about sex. Raw, naked sex. Flesh! That's what the hungry mob wants, and that's what the hungry mob shall have.
As a long-standing tradition when I take over the morning links for a few days, I'm opening up the infamous Maggie's Farm Smut Guide for the duration.
Fair warning, though.
It's not for the squeamish.
