Hoffest spunk dispenser ever

OK, I think there should be more of these. But then, I never wash my hands anyway. Not after number ones. I mean, isn't that like admitting you were dirty down there, or, you missed and peed on your hands? I think that after peeing, you should have to wash your penis. Your hands have been touching things all day, while your bits have been washed and then safely tucked into clean underwear. At least so the story goes...

Some corrections to Lackey's story

Hi everybody, Cute Nurse here. Hope you're well.

I thought it would be quite tricky to get access to this blog, but then I remembered that if you look at Lackey in a certain sideways angle, drop your eyelids a little and use your Marilyn voice, he goes all trembly at the knees and gives you anything you want. So now here I am with my own user i.d. and everything!

I just need to set the record straight about some of the things Lackey said a couple of blog entries ago. You know, the one where he was taken sex-prisoner by a beautiful woman and her evil executive partner and totured for weeks in a dungeon.

Mostly, I want to correct the bit at the end. I didn't say "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better? Anything… at all?” I just asked him if he needed anything else. And that's not what I meant. Lackey can imply whatever he likes, but it is not the case that I am turned on by treating the wounds of a beaten up wreck of a man who I've had to tunnel through tons of dirt to save. Sure, I felt a little sorry for him, that's all.

And, I did not break a fingernail. I broke two fingernails! The rest of the story is all true, as far as I know.