Yup. It's your favorite time of the month, Interwebz. Yet again, I'm going to prove that my readers are even more whacked in the cabeza than I am by sharing the frightening searches that bring new viewers here to my vagina-infused world. Sickos. "putting out fire with vaseline" - I…
Jesus is Stalking Me
Maryland is a strange place, Interwebz. After our long, uke-filled car ride, we were eager to get settled into our room at the world famous Hampton Inn of Fruitland. A ridiculously chipper blond manned the desk. I plopped Herbert, sheathed in his powder blue bag, atop the counter and began…
Car Talk
I'm back, bitches. I'll give you the highlights of Ocean City next week, but I would be remiss if I didn't at least try and convey what it's like to spend hours in the car with my husband and little brother. This basically sums up all the conversations we had...you…