Catching up with Sex Feed....and my stolen (and recovered) car

      SO, it's been a couple of weeks since I've been home from Canada. I wasn't re-acclimating toFlorida all that well to tell you the truth. I had really missed my friends and so I felt like Ed Grimley at Christmas when I got to see them (plus it's always good to give people a chance to miss you), but I was still on Pacific time, missing the very bearable lightness of travel, the beauty of Canada, the wonderful company and still had that buzz you get from a change of scene. Then my car got stolen.
      And I knew I was home.
      The spiffy thing is that the Orlando Police Department found it two days later, unharmed, in a parking lot not two miles away from my house. Evidently the thieves, realizing it had no gas and no A/C and they had stolen from someone more poor than themselves just ditched it. My friend Rich Torres in Brooklyn swears Casey Anthony "borrowed" it which is actually kind of a scary thought. Chas says if it had happened in Canada it would have been returned to the spot it had been taken from, full of gas and totally repaired with a note reading "Sore-eee!" This was the next best thing, so cheers to the OPD.
       At any rate, I've fallen appallingly behind in blogging Sex Feed stuff, so here's a bit of a start with yesterday's pieces:
Is Your Son Gay? There's an App for That...
Swimsuit company about to kick Aussie blogger in the Speedos
New treatment offers hope in the fight for breast cancer
and
A hitman fakes a killing after falling in love with his target

and a few from a little ways back:
'Porn Granny' beats off legal troubles
FDA Wants a National Database of Breast Implants
Federal court judge strikes down Rick Perry's anti-abortion law
A Vagina Tree No Longer Grows in Brooklyn


Will try to get 'em all on here soon so I can fall behind again in peace. 

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