Horny Lurkers... Back the fuck off, please.
Let's Clarify A Few Things Today:
1. I love my husband, and he reads every word of my blog and connected e-mails - and that's because this is our fun, personal blog.
2. I don't share him. He won't share me... [except for that Blonde mystery woman we fantasize about together, but that's a whole other topic].
3. I love to get new visitors to my blog - and I LOVE reading new comments - but look, when strangers start e-mailing me sudden, lengthy notes on wanting to see my boobs, asking me what types of sex-toys I have at home, there's a line that's been crossed in my mind.
So for you type of lurkers, go fucking lurk on some other female blogger who is as lame as you. Maybe if you'd pay some attention to your wife instead of advertising your anonymous need for infidelity, you'd get some.
To each their own. Just not my own, thanks.
Showing posts with label How to Handle a Horny Lurker; Cops and Horney Lurkers Don't Mix;. Show all posts
Showing posts with label How to Handle a Horny Lurker; Cops and Horney Lurkers Don't Mix;. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
My Husband's A Cop, Asshole!
Posted by Susan at 7:59 AM 15 comments
Labels: How to Handle a Horny Lurker; Cops and Horney Lurkers Don't Mix;
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