They tell me it's not a cult...
| Gung | Ho |
| Cake? | Please |
| Syndrome | Imposter |
| Retirement plan | Baking by day; bari sax player in a smokey jazz club by night. Sleep's for the weak. |
| Gung | Ho |
| Cake? | Please |
| Syndrome | Imposter |
| Retirement plan | Baking by day; bari sax player in a smokey jazz club by night. Sleep's for the weak. |
Duncan is taken aback
Here is a totally innocent cat who definitely didn’t steal my spot when I went to refill my cup of tea
Holy shit, my wife just found this on the top of a container of collagen that we just bought from #Costco:
“By opening and using this product, you agree to be bound by our terms and conditions fully set forth at vitalproteins.com/tc, which include a mandatory arbitration agreement. If you do not agree to be bound, please return this product immediately.”
What. The. Actual. Fuck.
Cat ownership.
I put my hand in the pocket of my trousers today looking for my mobile phone but instead felt something I didn't recognise. Slightly squidgy. Furry, perhaps. Warmer than I would expect. And took out a small mouse. Then dropped it in surprise before recapturing it and putting it safely outside!
The fact that this shag was *his idea* gave me pure, joyful permission to stop feeling like I had to be creative and sexy and instead lean in to enjoying the fruits of his own creative sexiness.
NEW blog: Classic Sex™
Majestic art by @stuart_cb
Ride of the Valkyries makes it in, obviously, as does Night On Bare Mountain, but Oh Fortuna is far too funny and Pachelbel’s Canon too soft. We’re sitting on the sofa skimming through a Spotify list of ‘Top 100 Classical Music Bangers’ and, of course, selecting which ones we will fuck to. I’ve got a […]