Scott Savol Exxxplicit Photos
John Scalzi's blog today made me realize something: Karen and I don't often say "I love you" to one another. Even when we were dating, one of us always managed to undercut the mood. Candlelight dinner, red wine, rack of lamb -- "Hey! My gawd, we're having a romantic moment." "No, really? How did that happen?" If I can allow myself to be truthful for one moment, here are the sweet nothings we repeat to one another nowadays: Doug: Fix this. Karen: You have no shame. Ah, the sweet sound of honesty. You have no shame. Hence today's title, Scott Savol Exxxplicit Photos. Hmm. Maybe I need a link to Scott Savol to really clinch the deal. Here's a cute mugshot. And here are the Exxplicit Photos I promised. Thanks to Demented Michelle for this idea. She told me she saw a substantial leap in blog traffic when she mentioned Savol. Failed bench scientist that I am, I feel compelled to test her theory. Now that I have you all here, I'd like to point out a new link on my right margin. Click on the title below the '59 T-Bird, and you will be led to my favorite published short story, "The Mechanic". Warning: it's crime fiction, which you would soon have figured out from the URL. Didn't want you SF fans to keep expecting an alien to pop up. Crime Scene Scotland didn't pay me a penny for this story. Told you I was a slut. D.