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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Addenda to the previous:
  • Justin wishes it be noted that he has no idea where the sex shops are in Gladstone, and any implications that may have been present to the contrary are complete nonsense. Honestly, officer.
  • His wife, however, knows where they all are and is on first-name basis with the owners. Allegedly.
  • In fact, possibly their daughter owns one.
  • Big W took Prophecy's Ruin back with an alacrity that made me suspect they know precisely how rubbish it is. This item has nothing to do with sex shops. Sorry. I'll try harder with the next point.
  • Shibari. See? (Possibly NSFW, though what your boss is going to think about you reading something that mentions sex shops this often, I really don't know. Tsk tsk.)

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