Someday? Â Don’t I mean every single Saturday night? Of course I do. Â Every week I show up at the stroke of 11pm eastern looking for you. And that’s when the fondling begins. Â I try to feel you up to assess… Read more ›
Sometimes you just know when it’s right. Even when you think it should be all wrong. Nothing about the ingredients seem on the surface to be the correct choice. Or a good match. Or a sensible selection. Yet, somehow, the… Read more ›
I’m spinning right now. And I like it. And when I get to spinning, I reach out for you to steady me. Or is it to spin me faster? I always was one for a turntable that played 78s. http://bubblesinthethinktank.com/2010/08072010.mp3Podcast:… Read more ›
