Much better now!

Hello Readers!

This afternoon, there is a twinkle in my eye and a pep in my step. One I have to thank the Goddess and a Spunky girl we will call Pumpkin who told me after listening to all my woes in the downstairs department to invest in a glass dildo. The one I bought is Phenomenal. I think I could live life without multi-party sex the rest of my life since I found this thing! But I guess that's way too much for a nooner rant!

I have also detoxified after wishing the plague of the pack of Serengeti Lionesses on the Blue Falcon from the bookstore. Okay, nothing official was done, but we can all dream can't we? The threefold rule is in affect. So when you fuck with a Wiccan, it applies to the fucker. Yep, at least with Christianity you can repent your sins. Not so much with this religion. Reap and Sow my dears, reap and sow.

So last night I went to a child's birthday party at a skating rink which cemented in my head, I never want kids I just photographed. I gotta work on printing today. No show daddy came and left life the Flash. I think if there were alcohol, people would have been able to deal much better. I have a low grade of Agoraphobia. I needed a Seroquel. Not only were there lots of people on roller skates falling left and right like bowling pins, kids were doing it to. Did you know, they even put kids in a glass booth with money tickets blowing around them? They did! Two minutes a person would stay inside this booth trying to collect tickets shaped like money that would blow around them. Boy, there was this 12 year old slut in there (sorry, I guess if she is 12, she is not a slut she was dressed age-appropriate!) that was stuffing the tickets down here skirt and into her training bra as directed by her mom/aunt/ foster parent/like guardian. Just imagine. In ten years, that girl will be a seasoned pro and it will be a career move for her. She'll be using that skill to pay her rent. Eww.

The second thing I did last night was go to the Westfield Oktoberfest. We paid 8 bucks for a plastic mug and an orange stick bracelet that ended up cutting of my circulation while I was later in Connecticut trying to buy my glass dildo. How embarrassing! Digress! We walk into a hanger to find it empty except for a handful of people. A small polka group huddled in there man shorts or Liederhosen while playing a short polka. Polka is Polish. Bavarian don't polka. Hitler ended that with the quickness. He thought it was disgusting like the Poles and the Gypsies that played the music. Loss of points. The food they served was hamburgers, hot dogs, and Spaghetti. What about any of that says Bavarian? It's not even German. Geez. The beer served was Spaten. Yes, after you paid 8 bucks to get in you still had to pay 4 bucks a hit for beer. And not even in the big ass glass steins carried by the big tit having honeys of Bavaria. Nope. In the 8 dollar mug. I had a 5 dollar plastic cup of white wine. My choices were an Italian or a German wine. I went with the German one. Although, when I was in Munich, I don't recall being able to drink wine at the Oktoberfest. I also remember being complete drenched in beer when I left, but those were different times in a different land. So I think this fest actually owes me points. Well except for the one drunk married MILF that kept sexually attacking this poor guy who was just passing buy to dance in front of the "Crazy Fireman Band" . She kept trying to where his German hat and put her hand in his hosen. The husband could only hold their baby and watch. That kid has some quality there. Oh, and the lesbian couple that kept trapping her in a corner when she was man free. That was even better. Hey, at least she was enjoying herself. I even filmed a bit of it so I could enjoy myself later.

--And that's the world in a nutshell, an appropriate receptacle.
Stan Dunn

--Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.
Isaac Asimov

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