*blue balls not included.
At some point in life, I’m sure your conscious has pondered, “Self, how can I get six penises at the same time?”
It’s OK, I won’t tell. And I most certainly will not share.
Smaller-than-average enough to shove all six in whichever hole you please, all while getting sticky under all that cream cheese frosting… oh, that’s not frosting, you say? Like butter.
Penis, Penis… – or one at a time if you’re just a “vanilla” kind of personality.
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This blog is about pursuit: a transplanted Clevelander (me) in a new city (that's you, Pittsburgh!), pursuing the role of a self-employed copywriter, becoming a roller derby badass and somehow merging all my to-do items into one ever-growing Bucket List.
And of MY boyfriend. His blue balls started this mess.
