An Ohio woman has been arrested for calling 911 because her “pussy was on fire.” Indeed. It seems Katrina Morgan, 50, got The Itch over the weekend and placed a call to the Port Clinton Police Department and asked if their “hose is working” and if so, could someone please bring it on out to the house: “I need somebody to come put it out with their hose.”
So the police department did oblige, natch, but rather than using their hose to put out any crotchfires, they simply arrested Miss Morgan. As one might expect, said arrest did not go smoothly. In fact, Miss Morgan refused to comply and began shouting at the officer. She resisted getting in the back of the police car until the officer called her “a foul and perverted beast” and threatened her with a good tasing. “You think you’re pussy’s on fire now, just wait til I light you up with this thing.”
Miss Morgan became compliant.
Numerous empty booze bottles were found inside the residence and other guests stated their were all drinking and Miss Morgan was “drunker than shit.”
N.P.: “Pure Pleasure Seeker” – Moloko
Tomorrow is Saturday, which of course means Whiskey, Wings, and Writing. I’d invite you over, dear reader, but, you know…quarantine and all that. But I shall cheers you as I sit down to do battle with the literary gods. You shall be cheersed.
Kind of a flat-line of a day, dear reader. Nothing great happened, not terrible happened. Wrote some stuff, watched some stuff, and leftovers. Of course it was Wednesday, and nothing great ever happens on Wednesdays.
I did get a chance to rewatch “6 Days to Air – the Making of South Park” which I found very inspirational. Maybe “motivational” is more accurate. Anyway, I highly recommend.
Still loving the lock-down. Seriously, I was kind of designed for this. It’s weird, I know. Anyway, I hope all is well with you.
N.P.: “The Sundown” – Ennio Morricone
Today wasn’t quite as lazy as yesterday, but I won’t be receiving any productivity awards for today, either. I got a little writing done. Didn’t even start any of the projects I thought I might start today. I have higher hopes for tomorrow.
N.P.: “Midnight Moonlight” – The Firm
I was just reminded that stupid, pointless, insipid Daylight Saving Time is about to be forced upon us again by fools. This depressed me and vexes me greatly. I am greatly vexed by Daylight Saving Time. Just a reminder: my first day in power, DST will be outlawed, and its practitioners jailed. Fucketh not with the clock!
N.P.: “Cry Little Sister” – Vomitron, Anneke Van Giersbergen
What’s up, reader. I ended up staying up a little late last night working on a couple of things, so today I’m tired as hell. Today was rather dull. I didn’t appreciate it.
N.P.: “Black Lambo” – Lazerpunk
My mood is far better tonight, dear reader…thank you for asking.
My “research” for the slasher novel has lead me to some interesting places, psychologically. I guess what’s most interesting to me is that I can really effectively separate myself that is out doing weird shit from myself that is dispassionately observing it and taking mental notes. And it’s that ability (amongst other psychological anomalies) that the other book is about. So there’s a weird sort of synergy going on between those two projects that’s kinda cool.
N.P.: “My Little Problem (Violet Door) – Precious Child