6.10 Listen Up, You Fly Mamma-Jammas

I want to thank all the callers and car owners who stopped by the fun drive.

And a very special thank you to the anonymous donor who generously salvaged the station's budget when things looked to be at their worst.

Apparently, there was also an event at the Madrid Public Library.

I didn't know.

I didn't go.

I wasn't there.

But it did get me thinking about the word novel.

The novel, as we know it, is really only about 300 years old.

And it doesn't mean an old, dusty tome.

It means a story that's never been told before.

Something entirely new.

Something that startles you and reminds you you're alive.

Kind of like love.

The element of surprise is one of the most versatile tools in the erotic utility belt.

The more you can keep your partner on their toes, the more

you'll curl them later.

You don't have to be a ballet dancer to take point on a shock and awe campaign.

The endorphin rush of a new perfume.

The blood pressure spike of a public butt pinch.

Delight is just joy colliding with the unexpected.

Speaking of toes, let us remember the ancient rhyme.

This little piggy went to market.

This little piggy stayed in bed.

This little piggy made whoopee.

And this little piggy got head.