True Romance

February 6th, 2002

As you may have noticed, I’ve given the ’sparkler a fabulous makeover. While, unfortunately, the comments section is still broken, I was able to replace the shitty looking color set with something a little more attractive. In lieu of my difficult relationship with blogspot and it’s server issues, I will be moving this blog, very soon, to filebox. The marriage has ended - but don’t worry kids - bigger and better things are yet to come.

Enough shop talk. Let’s talk about romance. ‘Tis the season after all.

I gotta tell you, nothing says romance like electric panties . Who cares about roses and chocolates, when you can vibrate in public/pubic places? Ewww.

It’s electric
boogie woogie woogie
and you can’t hold it
it’s electric
boogie woogie woogie

that one was more for the ladies, but I wouldn’t want to exclude the men. For Mr. Machismo, nothing says sexy like a big cock. What lady wouldn’t want to be woken at daybreak by this rooster? Cock-a-doodle-do.

Hot yet?

Sexy enough?

Need to go smoke a cigarette?

Then go now my child, but take the things you have learned in this blog to heart. There may be no sex in the champagne room, but you can put sex in your pants - if you’ve got a sense of romance, and a credit card.

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