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The dirtiest story I’ve ever written, and I didn’t even have to write it.

Saturday Night Live, when it was great — Chevy Chase, Garrett Morris, and the death of Generalissimo Francisco Franco.

One year old today. Happy birthday to my dissolute little blog.

You heard me.

Five hundred posts. That’s a lot of words about sex.

The smartest and hottest sex bloggers, under one roof.

A perfect heart-shaped ass, freckled shoulders, and I never saw her from the front.

Sometimes the most distracting thing in a meeting isn’t the agenda.

Two U2 songs got me through a bad day. I’m not sure why, but I’m not asking questions.