The GirlAlive Blog

Okay, so first of all, my eyes are maybe starting to get better.  My optometrist gave me some new eye drops and I might be able to see by the end of the week.

As a warning, the story in the rest of this post contains adult themes and mild descriptions involving my sex life.  If you are a child or my mom or whatever, you might want to go find something else to read.

So my husband and I were chilling out and talking in bed.  We were talking first about ManBearPig on South Park.  Cause I think that episode is cool.  He said, "Didn't ManBearPig have some celebrity for a leg?" and I told him that that was another South Park monster (later I looked it up and it is Scuzzlebutt), but I couldn't remember what celebrity it was.

So we talked a bit more about stuff and things, as we tend to do.  Then we started "fooling around" a little, and I grabbed a handful of certain boy parts and said, "I found something squishy," to which my husband replied, "Patrick Duffy!" 

My first thought was, "When did you name your genitals Patrick Duffy?"  Then I just started laughing uncontrollably.  He explained that that's who the leg was on South Park, but by then it was too late.  "So," I asked, "When I grab your nuts, you think of Patrick Duffy?"  

So I guess now whether he likes it or not, my husbands genitals are named Patrick Duffy. 

Yes, I am well aware that we are not normal.

Alana

 P.S. I opened comments to be printed right away.  So if your comment doesn't appear within the first few minutes, it might have been filed as junk.  I seem to be getting about 1500 spam comments a week.