I happen to live two blocks away from one of the most beautiful parks in San Francisco. With just a quick walk up a steep incline roughly the size of the Matterhorn I can take in the stunning views of the Golden Gate Bridge and … Read More →
Tag Archives: Blow Jobs
Come On Guys. Where Are You?
I just checked and nowhere in my blog description does it say “Written by a person with a vagina for only those who also have vaginas.” Nope. Men? Where are the men? I know I have a handful of male readers. And they do not … Read More →
Family Tradition or Disturbing Art Project?
When my first daughter was born three years ago I thought it might be nice to start some wonderful new family traditions. Every Christmas we drive down the coast to cut down our own tree. To celebrate birthdays, good report cards or yay! you pooped! we … Read More →
Love Is In The Air
At the moment everyone in my house is sick. Even me. My youngest has a double ear infection. I think it would be accurate to compare it to a double Whopper. But hold the meat. And the special sauce. I used to roll my eyes … Read More →