I went off to Peet's Cafe this afternoon for a cup o' joe and some tasty bit and when I'd finished, I wandered off to the restroom to return the coffee, so to speak. Of course it was occupied, so I waited and waited. And WAITED. Usually that's bad sign because Peet's, although dear to my heart, is a regular on the homeless guy circuit and any occupancy this long almost always concludes with some bag lady, having finished god knows what, wandering out leaving a pungent aftermath.
Thankfully, though, this time it was a mousy and respectable looking asian man who handed me the key without making eye contact and then scurried off. I stepped in and was faced with a sort of still life: the wrapper from a moist toilette directly in front of the toilet and about halfway between it and the trash can, the corn husk from a tamale. I wondered briefly what story all this implied, but then immediately knew that I didn't really want to know. I peed, washed my hands and kicked the detritus into more discreet positions so the guy in line behind me wouldn't think they were mine. You need to think about things like that in a small town.
I have no idea what tamales and toilettes have to do with this post, I was actually going to write about how I hoped this would get up before midnight and thus bolster my anemic count of entries for December. I have three this year. In 2008, my most prolific year, I had 18. I keep saying I'm going to do better, afterall, I'm not doing anything else. But then the cat or porn or, most often, slacker sloth gets in the way and suddenly there are no posts magically appearing.
I'm sure it's not apparent, but I put thought into these gems of deathless prose. Some anyway. Frequently, I'll get stuck struggling with the exact word I want tantalizing out of reach. Maybe those this-is-your-brain-on-drugs ads were right; whatever. So I'll wander off trying to come up with the word "judicial" or "soliloquy" and come back later only to realize the whole thing is hash, delete it and start all over. Or go watch porn. It happens.
Tonight though, I was determined to force something out, however hashish, since I'm located on the Pacific Coast and thus of all my little blog friends, I'm pretty much the last one left here in 2014. Unless there's some lurker from Guam out there, and how likely is that? And you'll be reading this in 2015. It's like a really, really slow time machine! With crappy spell check.
So anyway here is my last muscle pussy of the year (and a particularly demure one at that) and possibly your first one of the new
Happy New Year.
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Happy New Year, Peen. x
ReplyDeleteThanks sweetie.
DeleteYour posts have meat on their bones, which makes the anticipation all the more delectable.
ReplyDeleteBest wishes to you for the new year.
As do yours, sir, big round beefy meat.
DeleteAll the Best Mr Peenee! More muscle pussy and less Pissy Lizzy bag lady for 2015.
ReplyDeleteMy thoughts exactly. Pretty much for every year to be brutally frank.
DeleteAnd so into another year. I do hope you'll keep at this - how else will we know how things in NO turn out, what's up in the wild world of SF, and, not least importantly, what new ways Saki has developed to keep you on your toes?
ReplyDeleteCount on it, caro. I'm attempting to answer these comments on my phone because the little tyrant won't let me up.
Deletedear, it's never about quantity, it's always about quality...
ReplyDeletethat's why we peenee customers keep coming back for more!
Quantity over quality pretty much described my sex life, when I had one.
DeleteMoist tissue, corn leaf and man-tits? What more could we want, sweetie? Happy New Year, dear! Jx
ReplyDeleteI could settle for less, as long as it included man teats.
DeleteHmm. I'd seen things in that bathroom that I considered suspicious, but you have topped them all. Cheers, dearie!
ReplyDeleteI live to serve. And a special happy new years to you, too, sweetie.
DeleteWow
ReplyDeleteIt's all sexy tumblr stars at the registers and tamales in the toilets out there! It truly does sound idyllic.
We try not to be smug.
DeleteI know the feeling, I'm down to a little over three posts a month this past year. This is strange, the fact that we don't post more, especially when material like tamale leaves, moist towelettes and exotic naked man porn just lands at our feet, (the stories practically write themselves)...
ReplyDeleteStill, when you do post we all stop by for a little taste...
Have a Great 2015 peenee!
happy new year to you too!!!!!! I'm fixin for a blog break myself. After the holiday ruckus, I need to good veg period. Not that I'm complaining about the oral I received NYE, but why couldn't THAT have been on the end of my cock?
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year, old friend! XOXO
ReplyDeleteAnd when Thombeau says "old" friend, he really means it.
DeleteAnd when I say "get you, bitch," ... well never mind.
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