So my partner in crime and I shelved this blog 14 years ago. I moved across the country and became a mostly respectable parent/librarian. Not that I wasn’t completely respectable before, but whatever. I’m now early 50’s, the kids are grown up, and I’m having a menopausal mid-life crisis. Fuck being a librarian! I never liked bookshelves anyway. Time to write and blog again! Only this go-around, I’m determined to make a business out of freelance writing and funny sex-talk. So everyone bear with me as I get this site back up and running. I’ll be putting some story excerpts up as teasers for my upcoming romance novels, as well as my inappropriate take on everything going on in the world. Oh, and we’re gonna talk about menopause and pot smoking, cause the two things can really go hand-in-hand when you’re a 52 year old woman. Weed Momma all the way!
Tag: weed
The Bromance
The Bachelor and his Buddy are watching the fights on TV and toking up on some righteous weed. It’s a weekly ritual, this fight night thing, and continues the time-honored tradition of male bonding.
“Dude, check out the legs on that guy! He’s ripped!”
“That’s so gay, man, ” replied Buddy. “Stop looking at dudes legs. Oh my god, he’s got him by the balls!”
“That’s gotta hurt,” coughed the Bachelor after inhaling some of his joint. “Hey, who’d you fuck this week?”
“This new chick I met on line…red head…works at the organic grocery. Her bush is awesome, man! Thick red hair that smells like maraschino cherries.”
“No shit! I didn’t know maraschino cherries had a smell.” Deep inhale. “Jesus, that dude is on top of him, man, with his face in his crotch!” Cough. “So maybe you should share the cherry bush?”
“Find your own bush on line, man! I’m not sharing. Besides, don’t you have two chicks coming over to your place later tonight?”
“Those two crazy MILFs? Na, they just use my place. Besides, the short one is insane, dude! She smashed all my gnomes trying to find where I hide the spare key!”
“No way! That’s not right, man! You need to send your mom after them! How is your mom, by the way?”
“She’s good.” Deep inhale. “Thanks for asking!” Cough. “So, back to the cherry bush…come on, man, we could both do her at the same time!”
“That’s so gay! I’m not sharing one of my chicks. Besides, man, you don’t shave. Ah yes, he’s got him pinned!!!! Check it out!”
“What a hold! That’s gotta hurt! Look how sweaty they are.” Deep inhale.
“Stop looking at dudes, man, or I won’t come back next week. That’s so gay!”
“Ah, you said the same thing last week.” Cough.
The Erotic Ego 