Melissa Theuriau is hot - I hope she's a lesbian!

Man, Melissa Theuriau is so hot! I hope she's a lesbian.

I mean, more appropriately, that she's acted on the lesbian feelings that no woman can escape. And thought about them, more than some women who pretend to be heterosexual pretend not to.

She's some kind of French secret weapon. I know I'd burn a cab or two to get into that trunk.

Kudos to the Fall Lesbians

I just realized amongst my busy schedule that I forgot to do a follow-up to the special Fall Colors of Lesbian Hickory Hill Park session I did a few weeks ago.

First, hats off to all the lesbians, and to those timid "first-timers" that showed up at registration with closed knees. A few shots of the Doctor and some ripped tunes took care of those inhibitions.

Anyway, it was a great success. We all learned many things, about our bodies, and our needs.

One thing that for me was a real eye-opener is how much lesbians are moved to make love competitively by having me and some of my football/poker buddies all drunk and everything sitting in lawn chairs and vomiting occasionally just egging them on. Who would have thought?

I've got to get a Toyota

According to this article from good old Canada, Toyota has featured two women kissing in their Corolla ad.

Sure, I've always kind of liked Subarus, but they didn't appeal to A-List Lesbians the way Toyotas do. They appealed more to the second-string, bench-warming lesbians.

Sure, I hear you, all lesbians were created equal. It's just that some are more equal than others.

Rosa Parks died so that hot young lesbians could have sex on public transportation, and as a man who very nearly requires a Chauffeur's license, it brings a tear to my eye that these days, lesbians can have all the sex they want to, for free, in my cab.

Why am I always the last one on the block with a Gay Love Slave?

Now that Cooter owns a homo I have to confess to a little bit of jealousy, and, much like Hippo Butt, a bit of perplexity.

Shouldn't I be the one with the Gay Love Slave? Aren't I the one out there on the street, running my sorry sick ass ragged trying to earn a few scheckels and pleasure a few Johns?

If you were a Gay Love Slave, wouldn't you rather have someone with 23 books about Hitler in his personal collection than someone with a penchant for making hitchhikers disappear?

I'm just saying.