Some Summer's Solo Sleaze
b'Thank you for dropping in here on my podcast. Lots happened today. The new Victoria\'s Secret catalog came in the mail today, and my Lady Wonder Wench came home totally exhausted. She walked in the door and she said, "You can\'t believe how much I\'ve had it with the idiots out there. Leave me alone." Then she went quiet. All day. \\n\\tBeing the sensitive Louie-Louie Generation guy that I am, I instantly caught the subtle hint that if I tried any of my famous "Tricky \\u2013 Dickie" stuff on her to re-focus her mind to include some of the positives of pleasures of the flesh, I would risk putting myself in serious danger of having her tempt to remove some of my Viagral parts with a spoon. So I was thinking that an evening of prayer, abstinence and fasting might be in store, even as a power point presentation of the girls wearing the latest fashions in that new Victoria\'s Secret catalogue started running through my head. They had to run. If they slowed down...well...never mind. \\n\\tSo it was obvious that I was going to have to relieve the pressures of life unilaterally, with some of the solitary sensual pleasures that are available to all of us. Skipping gaily past the obvious ones that Sister Mary Kucklebuster taught us would result in hairy palms, blindness, and eternal damnation, I began developing the elementary beginnings of a group of activities I have come to call, "Summer\'s Solo Sleazes".'