In the comment section of my chicken sex post, I wrote a tawdry little story that contained a reference to my favorite movie. I promised a prize to anyone who could guess what it was.
That talented tart Mitzibel guessed correctly. The first line of my little story comes from the very clever opening of Quills.
Mitzibel's prize is a nearly-at-the-top position in my blogroll. Yes, my pets, I know it's presumptuous of me to assume she'd even accept such a prize. She's free to decline, so long as she understands that the only other thing I'd have to offer would be an autographed picture of Mr. Randy Cock.
I hope she'll accept the link instead. Her blog rocks. It takes Skills to incorporate one's breast size and Laurie Berkner music into a Mother's Day post. Color me impressed. Besides, linking to Entropic Doom makes me look good, which is what all of this is about anyway.
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