things that go together

some things are just meant to go together. this worldly pearl of wisdom came to me, funny enough, not while eating a reese's peanut butter cup. although i have been known to experience bouts of wisdom while eating chocolate and peanut butter on occasion.

nope, i had just finished flipping through the interoffice envelope sent to me which held a brochure, a contract and various postcards when it hit me. something just go together. and it pissed me off.

my friend jillian and i planned to host a sex toy party (on june 9th at casa michalski) which should be a wild and crazy time. hell, anyone who can go to kinky quizzo and enjoy reading my stories about me and my vibrator is a-okay in my book. but the brochure she forwarded specifically said "no men allowed", "no children allowed".

i gotcha on the "no kids" part unless you plan to serve them as a tasty appetizer.

but surely, this doesn't mean gay men, does it? there goes some of my guest list. because surely, i can't imagine hosting a sex toy party without my favorite gay man fluglicious. this party hostess-with-the-mostest doesn't discriminate and would hope that someone who peddles lube for a living would recognize the HUGE friggin' market potential having gay men join the party could bring...

some other things that go together (besides chocolate and peanut butter):
+ goddess girls (what can i say, we're earned our bitching stripes together)
+ coffee and cigarettes (even though i haven't partaken in years)
+ wine and adelle

some things that do not go so well together:
+ rottweilers and tennis balls (amazingly, such a small ball in a big dog's mouth can cause much destruction in a living room)
+ ann coulter and just about anyone
+ catholic priests and boy scouts (just asking for trouble with this one)

that's it. please go about your business. no other deeper meaning here to find. just a little chocolate deprivation rantings going on...

and remember kids, it's not cool to discrimate against gay men in your sex toy parties.