So here’s the Saturday morning deal, kiddies:
I was working on a Saturday morning post that spun out of an encounter I had with two sex kittens in one of the hotel’s north tower elevators (don’t get your heart racing just yet, kids, my uniform stayed on), but then something occurred to me. Sure, this tale has all the ingredients necessary for blogging gold.
- Two young nubile females, overflowing with an innate promiscuity that makes the average porn star – or Kim Kardashian – look boring.
- Dirty talk.
- Dirty talk in public.
- References to that little-read, barely publicized tome, Fifty Shades of Grey.
- A total lack of social graces, courtesy of the aforementioned girlie duo.
- Yours truly.
I bet you’re salivating at the thought of reading this twisted tale, aren’t you? Well, as much as I hate to disappoint you, my buds, I have no choice. You see, while many of you are working feverishly to complete NaNoWriMo, I’m 6,000 words away from finishing Book Two of my life story.
But here’s the thing: I’ve been thisclose to the finish line for months.
But I’ve been blocked.
Like a fat kid on an all-cheese diet.
That has to stop, my friends. And so, I’ve decided to finish my tale of naughty talk in a Niagara Falls elevator as soon as I can today and chuck that sucker right into Book Two.
Hopefully, I can whip something together for tomorrow, but we’ll have to see, won’t we? Truth is, I’ve just had two days off and I’ve been feeling like something Godzilla threw up over Tokyo. (You really can’t go wrong with a Godzilla reference, can you?) I’m back at the Bell Desk now and while the material is literally unfolding right in front of me, I need to be responsible and claim some of it for a different medium.
You understand, right? Thanks, I knew I could count on you. That’s why we get along smashingly.
Only old-school Godzilla for this cat…
See you in the lobby – sooner or later, friends…