Porn Creep. Or…

You dirty whore.  

I took up blogging as a way to vent about that one bitch and dump the cobwebbed effluvia clogging my brain.  At the time, blogging was the province of nerds and geeks.  At the same time this joint started, we had a secretary who moonlighted in the photographic arts. That creeped into the performance arts.

Now, she’s a blogger.  Evidently there is an entire site dedicated to whoreblogging. And for the dick wielders, a blogging site for them, too.

Is there such thing as penicillin for the internet? Body condoms for blogs?

A – gross

B – “hobbyists,” “providers,” “donations”  and incall. Yeah, I in no way think johns, hookers, cooter rental or the Downtowner Motel

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