Move along, Family, nothing to see here...

One of the worst things about having my whole family on my personal Facebook is that, in the past 24 hours, at least one of them has likely seen me "like" four different wineries, the Philly chapter of a suicide prevention organization, multiple rape counseling centers, and a national association for depression and mood disorders.

Um...it's research?

Honestly, I just want to tour the wineries; I'm doing a 5K to support the suicide prevention group because I think it's an important cause; I'm looking for a job at the counseling centers; and...well, I'm a depraved bastard who's interested in mood disorders. *shrug* Y'all raised me.

It's possible I'm too old to twerk...

Well... I mean, come on... It's been far too long since I've publicly embarrassed myself.

Frisky Friday: Girls Night Out Striptease Dance Party:

In case you don't have Facebook (and GOOD for you, fight the power!), there's more info on the venue site.

Bourbon cures all.

Weirdly, I'm feeling MUCH better...

And also feeling as if every shelf in my home not dedicated to bourbon is a shelf wasted.

 (Bourbon & Branch, Philadelphia.)

I LOVE "Give No Fucks" Obama.

Via Huffington Post: Obama: 'Playing Like A Girl Means You're A Badass'

I LOVE "give no fucks" Obama.

Related: I also loved it when my city's mayor literally dropped the mic on July 4 after singing "Rapper's Delight" with The Roots. Outgoing politicians are THE BEST.

(Please don't argue with me about politics. Or, rather, please don't argue with yourself, because I'm not going to argue.)

My handbasket is lubricated.

In today's news: Top 5 places I never thought to put the body of Christ.  

Wait, though...If the guy goes down on me after, is that, like, communion?

Happy Sunday, all. Go shop at Kink after church -- they'll fill you with the Spirit. (Spirit fingers? No, wait...)

P.S. Tee hee -- "inbox."

There's a time and place for "The Naked Man." Wait. No, there isn't.

New rule: Body acceptance be damned, if *I* can't be naked, YOU can't be naked, and I am way the fuck cuter than you naked. 

By the way, I didn't write this -- I wish I had, but it's a friend of a friend. I just love the wordplay that accompanies the incredibly valid point. "Ambushed." Tee hee. (I know, I'm 12.) 

http://www.thefrisky.com/2015-07-28/true-story-i-shouted-down-a-naked-dude-in-my-coffee-shop/