Everyday Dose Of Reality
I don’t know if the bloggers reading this are the type of people that delete the spam that gathers on your own site. I am a deleter by nature. Pretty sure it has something to do with the fact that I am also a list maker. Deleting is my own way of marking “that” off my list. Plus knowing my right index finger is all powerful, and obliterates unwanted spam with a single click sending it off into the black hole of nothingness never to be seen again, is quite satisfying.
With the Christmas holiday just around the corner, and no I am not going to do the math it might send some of you into spasms finding out just how close the holiday really is. I have noticed an increase on my blog stats of the amount of spam that has been caught. Since I am a self confessed deleter, while I am disposing of said unwanted comments caught in the sledge of the spam filter, I do read some of them. OK, I read most of them, just to make sure they are all spam. Sorry if I have my doubts and trust issues with computers, software or the programming of a pc’s brain which seems to blossom and run amuck of its own with free will.
At any rate, I am averaging at least two spams a day on the subject of holiday gift giving and the joy a vibrator can bring. Something in the back of my brain keeps telling me, no matter how much of a good idea the spam may make it sound, I so don’t think my mother-in-law would find joy in receiving one for Christmas. In return, I know for a fact I wouldn’t want my Mother-in-law picking out a sex toy for me either. I think there are just some lines drawn in the sand that you should never cross. Wrapping up a rainbow of vibrators and giving them to family and friends for the holidays, is in my mind, on the side you DO NOT cross over too. However, there is that one cousin that could really use a good time and a French tickler may not be out of line.