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You know you want to live in New York, New York. You know you want to work at New York Times. You can't wait to get on the subways and trains. You're heard a lot about McDonald's and Burger King, and you're salivating to eat them. You've set up your domiciliary accounts in Nigeria where you'll be sending all your dollars - by the thousands, maybe millions. You've picked a plot of land to buy, and once you send your first batch of dollars, the land will be purchased, and building will Read More
Updating my blog today was so scary for me. Slowly but surely, I am beginning to drift into the I'm-too-busy-to-update-right-now-so-let-me-get-this-other-thing-straightened-out-first. We can't have that. Even if no one reads this blog. Even if no one comments on it. Even if I become irrelevant and insignificant in Blogville. I simply cannot have a blog that is not updated. I have been - by His grace - consistent (mostly) for the past five years. I've gone too far to stop now. That said, I pray Read More
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For the sake of this upcoming Verastically Speakin' show, What Your Mother Didn't Tell You About Sex Toys, I will go through almost anything - including, but not limited to learning about the rabbit that is capable of giving you an orgasm. Since I started talking about this upcoming sex toys show, I have exposed myself to all manner of things and people. I have started learning bad, bad things oh! Read More
Well, technically, they're not mine. But I'll tell you about them anyway. A couple of months ago, I had to attend a friend's bridal shower. I did not want to buy the usual gift: lingerie. So I visited a naughty store close to my house. I don't think these stores are actually called naughty stores, but for my sake, that is what I prefer to call them. Before I went in, I expected to find the usual: vibrators, handcuffs, whips, massage oils, adult movies, etc. But when I got in there, the things I Read More
