Or a bullet? Seriously, just shoot me.
What a wuss I have become: two Negronis (TWO! TWO! Thanks to this diet I’ve become a total alcopussy; how undignified!) at the Sutton Place with Hermione and I’m as good as dead today. Believe me, doing the rounds of blogs and forums going “what in HELL did I post last night” is not the very best way to start the day. At least it appears from the evidence that I attempted to do some paid blogging last night, realized I was too far gone, and crashed, leaving it as a draft to pick up the next day. God knows I don’t mind making an ass of myself around these parts, but I hate doing it on someone else’s blog.
Posting will resume once the greasy junk food has taken effect.
Beaver shots have naturally, month after month, continued to be one of the most popular features here on the ol’ raincoaster blog. From Old Parliamentary Beavers to Beavers sniffed, fondled, played with by Wetmore Woman, to the cyborg perversions of the Hairy Robot Beaver, we have endeavored to bring you all the up to the minute, hot, breaking beaver shots.
Although we have never actually broken a beaver. Why, not so much as given one a rash.
Yet.
So now we bring you news of a brand new, and very sticky, moist beaver
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