Freedom

Until just now, my noble car had been languishing in the garage while the mechanic waited for a part from Saturn.

Little did I know he meant THE PLANET SATURN.

Anyway, today will be the first day in several that I will actually go out to do my porn-related duties rather than drily comment on the industry from the heights of Gram Ponante Towers, as if I were a telecommuter for an industry trade publication.

I will go watch some people having sex (I have a mirror on my ceiling) and also watch a set being burned down.

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