A sock puppet at Venice beach contemplates the meaning of life.

Happy St. Patricks Day! I am so not Irish, although on occasion I’ve had a little (well more like a short and thick) Irish in me. Bud, ump, bump…

Any woman out there ever have a fantasy about getting paid for sex? Anyone? I could really use a fantasy on this topic…email me at hottwax@gmail.com.

Now, as I have a new appreciation for blow up dolls, this story caught my attention. Apparently some high school boys did not get in trouble for manhandling a blow up doll. Thank heavens because I’ve manhandled a blow up doll before too, and if they got in trouble then I would have felt bad about my own adventures with Officer Sukkit (who came complete with blow up gun and thigh holster). There is something about a blow up doll that makes me want to shove things in holes.

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