Meet Tranderson!

This time of year, my naughty, NSFW elf comes out to play. His name is Tranderson¬†Cooper, and the word ‘boundaries’ isn’t even in his vocabulary.

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Just marking his territory…

He usually only shows up on his personal Facebook page (It can get pretty crazy in there, so it’s a closed group. Just send a request if you hate to waste a dirty mind.), but this year he’s expanding his horizons by being added to my blog! I’m gonna call it Trandy Tuesday, and it starts NOW!

Without further ado, the first Tranderson photo of 2016!!!

 

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Tranderson definitely enjoys a nice backdoor!

If you wanna see more of this little degenerate, subscribe to my blog!

 

 

It’s Good To Be Queen

Sparky took me on a date tonight to congratulate me for internetting my ass off and setting this blog up. I’m technologically challenged, so the fact that I did it without having to call Zane-who has skills in this area-stuns the hell out of me. Thank goodness for YouTube!

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This is my accomplishment for the day. Seriously. It took me a long time to make this thing. Partly because of my lack of skill and partly because I’m really indecisive.

We went to my absolute fave restaurant for steak. Their rosemary fries are so yummy they make me want to cry. The rub they put on their steaks, along with the flavoured butter, is beyond compare. And the decor is definitely interesting. There’s taxidermy all over the place, and I see something new every single time. I think they make interesting dining companions, but I can see how it might make some people wonder where their steak came from.

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They just hang out and watch you eat

And on the queen part, I’m wearing a tiara in my drivers license picture so in my opinion, that means Washington recognizes me as Queen. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.

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I love my DMV

 

Holy Balls, I’ve Got A Blog!

And I have no clue what I’m gonna do with it!

Sparky said I needed something to do with my time now that the kids….except for one…have moved out, so he bought me a domain name and told me to have fun. I’m pretty sure he just gave me permission to sit in front of the computer all day and call it “work”.

For now, I leave you with this bit of randomness: A snow penis on a car. You are welcome.