March 8, 2013


I don’t know about you, but I think sex toys are getting pretty scary.
I mean, at a bachelorette party I once had, someone gave me a piece of plastic that had more appendages than any deep sea dwelling creature you’d care to name.  This was something that you could (apparently) use in bed while simultaneously snaking out your toilet, cleaning your car’s exhaust system, unclogging your sink, and dialing 911.
“Have fun,” she said.  Wink, wink, nudge, nudge.
“Oh, I will.” Say-no-more, say-no-more.
I gave it to my six-year-old nephew.  I think he uses it to attack his Star Wars action figures.  Darth  Vader doesn’t stand a chance!
My next experience with things of this nature occurred when a guy I had been dating for a while took me back to his apartment.  There was romantic music on the CD player, wine in the glasses, and lights turned down low.
He excused himself and came back with . . .ta da . . .a vibrating egg!
“Did you get that from a robotic chicken?” I asked, taken aback.
“Oh, that’s one of those Japanese mechanical pets, then?”
When he told me what he intended to do with it, I politely declined.  I have enough eggs inside me already, thank you SO much.
Then there are the inflatable dolls.  I tried one of these out once, and it worked pretty well until, after it was over, I gave him a lighted cigarette.
He should have told me he was a non-smoker.
Butt plugs are really freaky, but I’ve come to love them.  I make my husband wear his all the time.  He has had no gaseous explosions in years, but he’s getting REALLY big . . .



  1. I leave this blog today with images in my head I may never be able to get out. And yet I'm laughing my butt off at the same time.

    You are something else Carson.

  2. This one was fun! Good imagery!

  3. Funny! Too early in the morning for those images. Aaargh! Gosh, if I knew butt plugs worked like that I'd have bought one for my ex.

  4. As a kid, I used to think an Adult Store was one that I couldn't go in.

    Thanks for the laugh.