Originally Posted by Bucking Bar

The problem is, with my lousy schedule the circadian rhythm seems to run to the beat of whatever music blasts from that bright green hooptie Chevrolet Caprice that rattles the license plate holder while rolling through the company parking lot on 22 inch rims. The delayed result is unpredictable activation of my EMHO, which makes me grateful for the double breasted jacket in some instances.

Being particularly sensitive to arousal after not being home frequently, or long enough, to reward Bunny Lebowski for her patience, the TSA probably isn't ready for what's coming their way.

Just sayin'