It's hard to please everyone, and sometimes anyone. Sometimes, you can't even please yourself. Yesterday's comments:
"Okay okay okay--go back to tits. That was way too deep for me."
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Gee, I have never had a difficult time pleasing myself. :P
ReplyDeleteMan. I dunno. Sorry. It's the change of seasons. I get stranger.
Thanks for the tits.
it's hard giving the public what they want...
ReplyDeleteOh, what a comment! I'm glad you brought it to the forefront, it's made my night.
ReplyDeleteL, I don't believe you. Did you let them publish the book yet? See what I mean?
ReplyDeleteR, . . . and even harder giving them what I want : )
J, Well, once in awhile there might be that smidgen of success.
I'll reveal a little here. I am brainy by birth and by occupation, dumb by upbringing and culture. The persona I have tried to create here struggles with that. The irreverence is tempered by conscience. Id/Superego. Angel on one shoulder, Devil on the other. Cartoon versions with cartoon arguments.
I wish I had more time for this, truly. But, as with today's entry, I have to rush in order to serve my vocation. I like to play, but I like to eat, too.
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