Touch me. Touch me like you didn't touch me last night.

Hey, kids!

It’s September 18th, and that means it’s something like the eighteenth year of the Send-My-Mama-an-Email-Birthday wish.

The deal is as follows: my Mama lives in Orlando, Florida, and she kicks all available ass. I get to see her once, maybe twice, a year. This is full of suck. As such, ever year I get everybody I know – and loads of people I don’t know – to drop her a quick note wishing her a happy birthday.

---n8annet@gmail.com---

I’d appreciate it if you could take a moment to fire off a message to her. It doesn’t have to be anything lengthy or full of big words, just a little message that says her son benjamin asked you to send greetings, and that you’re sorry about his brain damage.

Feel free to send this message along to your friends. They don’t have to know me, or her, or even you. The more messages the better. If you get this message after the 18th…who cares, send one anyway!

Now, my monkeys...TO YOUR KEYBOARDS, AND INTO HISTORY!!!

Looks like I'm finally going to start compiling a series of various drawings of mine, as well as adding more. Here's a "classic" from the genre to whet your appetite. I'll be starting work on my next one tonight at Stone Robot Enterprises before heading off to see the burlesque stylings of Carnivale Debauche at Emerald City, which will have some drag show thrown in, too. That's two-t's level of HOTT.

Join Nadja "fairyarmadillo" Robot and Sara Lily and I for hot dames taking their clothes off and hot fellas putting hot dame clothing on. :)