I confess I took the damm thing. I first I was tantalized by Mickey's manic grin, but then I realized he missed you. It made me sad
to think of the two of you apart. Plus, I hated
the thought of taking him home all for myself, and I didn't want to just leave him there,
'cuz how could I get my 'burnier then thou LNT' thing going if I just abondoned him?
(btw, fwiw, the above was merely a rehtorical question, btw, fwiw).
But the dildo I could not part with, at least not then. But now that I'm home and finished hacking playa dust out of my lungs,
I've grown a lot, done a lot of soul searching.
It's true, I did unspeakable things with that dildoe, things I may or may not be proud of, depending on the company and how much they and me have had to drink.
But that was then and this is going forward and I think now I'm ready to go on daytime TV to tell my story so the type of people who actually watch daytime TV don't make the same mistake.
I have an agent.
Want to talk terms?