If you read it fast, your eye almost reads “clit clip” as “chip clip” — you know, those things we use to keep Dorito bags closed and the chips fresh and crispy.

Hmmm.

I wonder if a clit clip would keep Pox’s clit fresh and crispy.

I’ll be sure to let you know, Shamus.

That, or I should pay more attention to what I type.

I mention this because I didn’ dream of striping Pox….it was stripping.

Just so we’re clear.

Kirby Schwade,
Cross-Eyed, Ohio

(Screen shows a display of 18volt power tools, the voices of the hostess/guide/whatever-they’re-called waxing enthusiastic about the product)

“They’re a tremendous buy, a combo package you wont’ find anywhere else.”
“That’s right Phil — versatile, hard-working tools for serious do-it-yourselfers everywhere. Now, make sure you stay tuned, because in the next half hour we’re going to feature some amazing jewelry: Clit clips!”

(911 centers everywhere experience a burst of calls as grandmothers clutch their hearts….or pop a hip sprinting for the phone)

Okay, I’ll admit, the idea of Grandma Schwade sporting a clit clip to Wednesday’s bingo night is a bit much. If I could, I’d soak my brain in bleach, just to get that vision out of my head.

Speaking of naughty visions….I woke up smiling and wet, having dreamed of striping Pox and doing beastly things to her.

And no, I’m not sharing. Get your own nasty dream (grins and sticks her tongue out at you…..then wishes she could put it somewhere Pox would enjoy)

Pox’s Kirby