It's Saturday night and the kids are with their father, which means I really should be out partying and dancing and involved in some Singles Drek activity (aka Meat Market situation) but instead, I'm here with a Zima from the six pack I bought six months ago (there's four left), waiting for the towels and underwear to dry (in the DRYER, perverts!) because I feel like I'm gonna CROAK but I'm too tired to croak. Instead, I think I'll junk up with net with some of my observations and stories to brighten up everyone's life. YEAH RIGHT..

The Story Of Lactacia (I wrote this because it seems that there are quite a bit of men out there obsessed with the pursuit of elephantitus inspired gazonkas on a woman. This story is about such a woman.

I don't want to read any of this crap. I want to go back to Cheri's Home Page.