The Over-Educated Nympho

Today I received the book I’m reviewing, Opening Lines, Pinky Probes, and the L-Bomb. I flipped through it just long enough to know that if I didn’t put it down right now, I would not be able to put it down until 1 am when I realized in a panic I had not baked my mother’s Christmas present, wrapped presents for my family, cleaned the apartment enough to get rid of that persistent smell (WHERE THE FUCK IS IT COMING FROM?!), packed, or blogged about the Frank the Festivus Troll.

I had to put it down. In the name of Festivus.

But um, I did leave it open to one page in particular that caught my eye. See? I put the book down, it’s just open. See how I did that? It’s all in the wording. Which is something I quickly saw the authors have a good handle on.

Before I elaborate, I need to emphasize the very important fact that this is a book written by guys for guys.

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I’m hitting the road tomorrow for my folks’ place. I will be spending five days with my parents and my the extended family (I take no credit for them).

–insert huge sigh here–

I don’t know if I’ll be able to blog while away. I’ll have access to the internet, and I’m bringing my own laptop so they don’t discover my alter ego hidden in the browser history–so that’s not what would keep me from writing.

They ruin my mojo, man. All creativity, sexy thoughts, sense of snark–it dissipates around the family. I’m sure many of you know exactly what I’m talking about. They cramp your style.

So I think I may have to bring my bottle of Grandpa’s whiskey and spend a lot of recovery time hiding in a back room with my brothers.