We find that several of our posts have mysteriously disappeared. Could we have so offended the Radio Userland God? We find our attempts at sex toy analysis rather harmless in the extreme. At any rate, we attempt to repost.
DILDOS IN AMERICA
DILDOS IN AMERICAten. Far be it from us to forget
Indeed, on December 28, 2003, in a year already long past, we created a summary for readers who will not want to buy the expensive coffee table tome upon its inevitable publication, of our extensive research thusfar. Really we did. And, true to the tricky nature of this blog technology, when we tripped happily out onto the web in search of further links for our gasping readers, pages and pages and hours and hours of research and blogging were lost sending us into a hiatus of despair and knitting almost equal to that of which Quin is capable, but not quite. No one can match that.
We have now, after cups and cups of coffee, yards and yards of knitting, questioning the meaning of life and all that, returned enough to the land of the living to almost be able to try to recreate some of that research. Unfortunately now, we are sure that our readers are no longer gasping and have probably forgotten all about us. As always we will soldier on, hoping that our loyal readership of approximately five or so, along with our new found friends who go searching (STILL, it is truly amazing) for gang bang children . . . everyday we have a new referer from that search. . . . someone out there must be truly desperate to find some prepubescent lethario for this purpose . . .will forgive us for our long abscence. We never forget to carry on, but sometimes frustration and despair temporarily stop us dead in our tracks.
Speaking of knitting . . . please stand by for this brief word from our sponsor.
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And now, back to our programme.
DILDOS IN AMERICA.
We first refer you to an article by Mr. Jeff Prince, journalist of the Fort Worth Weekly dot com and elsewhere. We will post this before linking in fear of losing this portion of today's rendering while we dip into another search engine to the bookmarked page wherein the link resides.
Here is the link.
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