stick your fingers down your throat or i'm going to do it for you.

spank sez:

wait - i may have him confused with the gentleman caller who was a heroin addict/ex-con. i don't know if it was diagnosed, but that dude was definitely brain damaged. but in his case, there was no guitar. he wooed me with his access to free 50.

again, totally worthwhile.

also - to be fair, that list of 'no's' started with the gay-but-married judge in the news who was masturbating during trials. i think we decided we did not want to marry gay judges who made the paper masturbating during trials. and he was using some sort of elaborate contraption to aid him in his endeavours. i remember, 'cause the article in the paper quoted the court clerk as saying something akin to "so that's where that 'whoosh, whoosh' sound was coming from".

coming from, indeed.

i just ate a whole lamb. i may die tonight. i wish i could puke, but i'm coming to the slow realization that i don't have a gag reflex. do you? what does that mean? er, i mean *people* have suggested that i don't have a gag reflex, but i always thought that i could make myself throw up if i wanted to.

turns out, no.

and . . . i'm deaded now.