Wow! Just the other day a whole bunch of animal joints, sockets, sinews and whatnot appeared in the bike lane of my usual route. Now I know where the head went!
I can see a future Savage Love letter of the day involving a man having to pick between the amazing sex he has with his wife or the decision from her ultimatum to leave him if he didn't toss out the tacky deer head he brought back from the taxidermist in February as a memento for shooting that young buck last fall. An excerpt:
"But Dan, it makes me mad that I have to do this, but so glad that the amazing, trashy sex we always had before I brought it home has returned. What a drought! Still, I keep wondering if I did the right thing."
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