I’m speaking of the (oh so helpful) post I did the other day about that most wonderful product…… the butt mask.
I hate to say it, but I’m afraid that bit me in the ass.
You see, right after I posted it? I noticed I had a few new followers:
Not the shoe woman or the wine lover… those are totally understandable.
No, I’m talking about Pistol Pete.
Whose blogs are a little out of my area of expertise.
Am I ready for men’s thong underwear?
No, Pete. I most assuredly am not.
And if Pete wasn’t bad enough? I also picked up his alter ego Daniel Alexander.
I must not know about this.
Really. I mustn’t.
Nothing. There’s no occasion that calls for male G string underwear.
Office party? Nope!
Dinner with friends? Nyet!
Your mother in law’s birthday? Well, maybe….
I’ll throw this one over to my male readers.
What do you say guys… are they comfortable?
In closing, the moral of the story is….
Don’t blog about butt masks.
And say goodbye to Pistol Pete as fast as you can.