As I've noted, Tuesdays are going to be a day for my wonderful blogging friends to use this space to let loose. There are no rules, not even that one rule about not talking about Fight Club.
This week's post is by the unbelievably cool Misfits Vintage. Do you know her? Do you covet her wardrobe? Head on over, and you will join me in wondering why she lives on the other side of the fucking continent so I can't borrow her clothes. She is funny and sublime and a snappy dresser and always always always ready with a quip or a kind word - sometimes at the same time.
Read her blog. Follow her on Twitter [she's touching her own boobs!].
But first, enjoy this:
True Story: A boyfriend from a galaxy long, long ago
I couldn't find him anywhere inside, so I walked out to a dark corner of the carpark and found him leaning against a car with his pants around his ankles.
There was a young woman on her knees in front of him, with his penis in her mouth.
He finally noticed me and said "It's not what you think!"
"I find that difficult to believe" I said.