The sharpest among you, dear readers, may have noticed a surge in guest moblogging in recent days. <\/p>\n
Indeed, Tracey<\/a> has joined the powerful ranks of our secret organization, with the established mission to bring a dearly missing element of femininity to these testosterone-drenched pages.<\/p>\n In sticking with the stakhanovist ideals that power this blog, and because no reward shall go undeserved, we promised her a formal introduction as soon as she’d reach the magical threshold of ten posts. Immediately prompting her to deliver, no hold barred, shocking accounts of: <\/p>\n As you can see, the girl means business<\/strong>…<\/p>\n As long as she leaves gardening<\/a> up to me, we should be able to find our marks…<\/p>\n OK, she didn’t solely post photos of stacks of paper and urban street parking: she also posted a mug shot of her charming But well before the fascinating insights into the merciless world of a Tokyo power-exec, or even her interesting tidbits on colourful local customs, there is one major reason you should keep an eye open for her contributions: the off-chance of drunken posting featuring nudity and\/or behaviours outlawed in at least 15 US states (and punishable by death in 4 of them). <\/p>\n Giving Tracey a cameraphone and moblogging access is a bit like these tv spots for lavish shower products, featuring people lasciviously soaping themselves while the camera always manage to keep the naughty bits tastefully off-frame: there’s that improbable chance the cameraman might one-day trip and show a nipple… a towel fall off unexpectedly… who knows…<\/p>\n Except here, the chances are much higher and the cameraman more likely to be drunk.<\/p>\n But please let that not distract you in any way from the quality of her more traditional contributions to these pages…<\/p>\n\n
personal sex-slave<\/s> assistant<\/a>.<\/p>\n