February 23, 2021
Excuse me, dahrlings, but...

Room Service Please

Is there anything better, Dahrlings, than fluffy towels, a deep marble tub and a buffy room service boy with a thick cut of meat on his cart in one hand and your door knob in the other? Well, let me…

February 12, 2021
Excuse me, dahrlings, but...

It’s About Time The Feds Stopped Sniffing Their Gorgonzola

There’s foreplay and there’s foreplay, dahrlings. Or as JME used to call it ‘avant jouir’. In a Frenchman’s hands, it all spells O. But back to the other kind of fore. The kind that lasts so long you get a…