Dear Diary:
Ladies (and the ever questing Queerscribe,) are you looking for something new to steam up those bedroom windows?
Look no further, because have I got the web site for you!
Yes indeedie, if The Victorian Sex Cry Generator doesn't catch his attention, then nothing will.
Imagine the wild, jungle love you'll unleash when you whisper THIS in his ear:
"Oh my dearest, pull out your mighty stallion and let my thighs and linens receive your effusion!"
I double dog dare you to say that with a straight face.
--Marn
Want to delve into my sordid past?
She's mellllllllllllllting - Wednesday, Feb. 15, 2012 - Back off, Buble - Monday, Dec. 19, 2011 - Dispersed - Monday, Nov. 28, 2011 - Nothing comes for free - Monday, Nov. 21, 2011 - None of her business - Friday, Nov. 04, 2011 -
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Blogroll Me!This template is a riff on a design by the truly talented Quinn. Because I'm a html 'tard, I got alot of pity coding to modify it from Ms. Kittay, a woman who can make html roll over, beg, and bring her her slippers. The logo goodness comes from the God of Graphics, the Fuhrer of Fonts, the one, the only El Presidente. I smooch you all. The background image is part of a painting called Higher Calling by Carter Goodrich which graced the cover of the Aug. 3, 1998 issue of The New Yorker Magazine. Kids, don't try viewing this at home without Netscape 6 or IE 4.5+, a screen resolution of 800 X 600 and the font Mead Bold firmly ensconced on your hard drive.
�2000, 2001, 2002 Marn. This is me, dagnabbit. You be you.