In case you missed it, the last Google show I was on was… well… um… revealing… uh… and shocking… and I can’t believe I told you guys about my sexual fantasy.
Here, just watch it (NSFW):
So I guess I don’t really know everything about sex. I thought I was smart in the sack, but everything seemed shocking and dirty. And I still stand by my statement. Poop DOES come out of there.
However, I have been reading Tiffany Reisz’ books, and now I feel better prepared for tonight’s show. Tiffany will be on the show AGAIN! Tonight we gather again to talk about SEX with a best selling smut author! AGAIN!
*pours a drink*
*slaps own ass with riding crop*
To RSVP for the live version of the show (that airs at 10pm EST tonight) CLICK HERE. As always, you can watch the show here after it airs live.
Okay, so I want to include you guys in the sex show.
Do you have any questions for Tiffany?
Do you have any sexual insecurities?
What is your fantasy?
How do you feel about BDSM?
Use a fake name and email and spill your guts. I’ll ask your questions on the show!
This makes me super happy because I like to drink. Also? I am going to host a party there for all of you once it opens! YAY!
The bar they bought may or may not currently be a swingers’ bar. As much fun as that sounds, they would like to change the bar dramatically. They want to turn it into an Irish pub.
Of course, I have a million suggestions for my friends… mainly on what the bathrooms should look like.
Even those these ponies are from Scotland, I have them convinced! Well dressed ponies will watch people while they pee. They just want cigars photo-shopped in their mouths. Fine. I can deal with that edit.
The next problem is the bar’s name.
They want to name the bar “Flanigan’s”. We can all agree that’s a dumb Irish pub name.
I want to name their bar (that I do not own) “The Shamrockery” or the “Dog and Pony Show”. They think these are dumb Irish pub names.
So guess what?! They are asking for your help! YOU GUYS GET TO NAME THE IRISH PUB! It’s turned into a contest, y’all!
Just leave a comment below. You can come up with as many Irish pub names as you’d like. If they pick your bar name – you get a $50 Visa gift card from these guys! Use a real email address so I can get find you. Contest ends Thursday, May 23, at 11:50pm EST. GOOD LUCK!
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