No real post here today, and I'll tell you why there's no real post here today.
The other day I got to thinking about the junk blog that I have sitting out in cyber space all lonely and forlorn. The reason as to why I got to thinking about the junk blog is that I haven't thrown a post on there since December 19th, and I really didn't want to potentially go an entire month without posting at least one item on it.
Now it just so happens that last hump day (for the uninformed, that is Wednesday), a co-worker of mine uttered a rather innocuous sentence late one afternoon. Being of unsound mind, I naturally jumped on that innocuous sentence and after a red faced exchange that lasted about a minute, stored the innocuous sentence for future use.
Today, over at Partially Yours, the innocuous sentence in question was successfully put to good use, as I was able to build an entire post around it.
In all seriousness, because I went so hog wild on this post (read: I wrote something that is usually found in my stories, not in my blog posts), the content is rather graphic and caters to the lowest common denominator of sleaziness (read: geared towards the male population between the age of 16-25), which is why it's over there instead of over here. Read at your own potential risk of being OH-FEND-ED, and remember to keep that disconnect in mind of G the blogger versus G the writer.