So, its 12:14 PM and I’m just finishing a marathon day that started at 10AM…

booked back to back and I’m out of lube. I’m making a midnight run to acquire much needed naughty supplies, thinking about hitting up walmart in my striped tights and holstered up with dual hitachis like revolvers on my hip…they already think I’m the crazy lube/condom chick who seems to purchase only: Lube, Condoms, Disposable Enemas, Gloves, Hydrogen Peroxide Wipes, Bar Mop Towels, Rubbing Alcohol, Providone Iodine, and Body Wash. Hmmmmm….oh…and dont forget the Douche. Geez!

Wait until I hit the vegetable department…

Maybe my pic, in the outfit above, will  make it to www.peopleofwalmart.com  (hey Scooby, where ya been??)

 

Tomorrow- I have the honor of videotaping Noir fisting a man at the batcave. Whoa. Anyone wanna run to the feed store for shoulder length gloves? Maybe I can put in a special order request at Walmart…