If I Only Had More Time

One of these days I'm going to find enough hours in the day to write about the floppy penis boy at the gym. Or maybe even about the little old man who nearly accosted me at Panera's. Because you and I both know that floppy penises make for good story fodder and my magnet pull on the geriatric would almost be comical if they weren't the only men who hit on me...

If I weren't on my way to bed, it would be on. So on...