Tequila and Pornography

I googled "Tequila and Pornography" and google didn't return a single result. Don't bother to ask why I googled "Tequila and Pornography" 'cause you won't believe me. The deal is, I was passing through a few blogs the other day and BAM! boobs in the face. Not that I mind boobs in the face, don't get me wrong. I can click on (see top right hand cornor of this page) and I can get porn, or I can get some crap about a bullfighter written in Spanish, or something written by a 12 year old girl with a crush on some dude in her math class, or some goth dude with rings in every orafice, ball-bearings stuck under the skin by a "surgeon", and a forked snake tongue preaching the benefits of crystal meth as a good method of weight loss. Anyway, the porn thing (and probably the crystal meth thing) can get me fired, so I can't surf through blogs at work anymore.

Thanks, I guess, for reading this. And don't tell me that I'm a jackass and that I can stop using blogger. 'Cause, duh, of course I can.


P.S. Please remind me to watch the Mythbusters on the discovery channel next Wednesday rather than the Lost re-run.

P.P.S. I hear that sex sells, so here's a picture that's not porn, or tequila, but it did come out of a hot tequila image search. (This one's for the artist formerly known as Van Blogger