lol quick note, sorta

I'd like to dedicate this post to the Fan of the Day: bslatestalbums Thank you kind (sir?) for your comment: It was a great bump indeed!

Apparently since my last post AdSense thinks I blog about weight loss. This slightly misses the mark I should think. So this post is me having a bit of fun. I hope you'll be able to endure this post; I beg you to bear with me for the next few moments.

First: We set the mood...

Yeah, so hot...

 Strawberry flavored glitter-coated yummy bundles of hotness that tease and please your manly (or girly;) appetite for fiendishly evil, disorderly, insubordinate and mischievously impish-yet playful and wanton rave vixens that crave every ounce of your lusting and throbbing and pulsating for hour...

...after hour...

...of nasty, steamy-sweaty, shameful animalistic fornication culminating in a mutually explosive orgasmic crescendo leaving you both dangling half-off a sloppy, matted mattress gasping for every breath sticky sex-filled air.

Thank you my friends. I think I'll pop out for a cigarette now.

KC.

[Edit: Well it appears AdSense picked up on my brief use of their name and bannered up AdWords for hours on end. Now it's moved on to teen products. I'll call that a WIN! But, no raver ads available? Come on, where do you think they get those outfits?] [Edit: And in case you're wondering the answer to that question then swing on over to Beatdrops Closet where you'll find all kinds of goodies to dress up your dolly ;)   ]

Oh...My...Gawd

Shhh...lollipop is seepy...

I never realized there were so many intelligent like-minded individuals that share my nasty little obsession for...uhm...loud music!!! Well, I'm all about satisfying my fixation...nae...fetish if you will. So I hit everyone's favorite search engine trolling the interwebs for something that could bring my scene to you, particularly those of you that have not been to a rave.

No easy task. I have no sauce-age on all this and it's sad not many other people do either. I'll fix that at raves to come (and I promise to share). These girls bump, pump, sweat, and (God help me) grind away the pounds with little notice. I know a raver who loses about eight to ten pounds per rave.

That weight loss program is brought to you by:

The Letter

Someone's had his Skittles...

 Holy fuck, Elmo. I am disappoint.

Enough blather...you want moar? KC. DILIVARS!

 Nectar of the gods.

[EDIT: I hope you like the changes, let me know what you think!  -KC.]