filthspigot and I should not be allowed to communicate. She eggs me on. She tries to convince me that I could totally sell 500 winged phalloi plushies (the minimum order, and no, I really couldn’t, although it’s a helluva deal to get them made…)
And then she starts talking about Valentine’s Day cards….
NOT SAFE FOR WORK OR SANITY
…I am having way too much fun with these things to be healthy.
Also, go read her essay on why Obama should not get a Goldendoodle, because it’s hysterical (and I’ve met the dog. She does not exaggerate.)