I got to thinking over the weekend, well not really over the weekend but more like on Friday which is sort of weekendish, about what to write for this here blog and the initial results weren't too promising.
Well, to tell you the honest truth, I've been running out of things to write about. Friday's post was actually conceived last week and since then, it was silently imploring to use it on the blog. However, after posting that, it left me with the predicament of what to write for the upcoming week on this blog. Well, not so much a predicament on what to write because fortunately for me (which kind makes the opening sentence of this paragraph moot), I was able to use my eavesdropping skills at work and picked up on a sentence to use for a blog post: "I got an itch to scratch".
Yes, you are correct about that assumption. For those of you who are new readers to this blog, I have from time to time, written some mighty strange posts that have originated from snippets of conversations. Occasionally, those snippets have produced the kind of posts that have forced me to use my adult oriented blog, Partially Yours as a pinch hitter, most notably, this particular post.
Now in addition to that wonderful little tidbit, I came up with another little tidbit, courtesy of my good friend Riot Kitty. And while I was thinking about how to write using that tidbit, I thought of another.
Presto! Ideas for three posts!
Change-o! Can't put them here!
Viola! I'll put them over at Partially Yours!
So my friends, for this particular week, Cedar's Mountain will be taking a road trip to the provocative side of blogging to flex his rather overactive imagination. I know that for some of you, due to the various programs install on your computer, you won't be able to visit that blog during the daytime. But I sincerely hope that you do visit at night.
Having said that, here is the obligatory disclaimer:
Warning: the post that you're about to read has sexual themes and colorful language. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
Today's post is called Doing The Pogo Isn't All That It's Cracked Up To Be