On April 12th, I got into a strange desire to hump anything in sight.

Exactly a week later, my outrageous libido is back again, in force.

What is it about Thursdays that is making me such a jackrabbit? What cosmic forces surround this day, and what compels them to try to force their way into me through my pelvic region?

Aw hell. I dunno. But, feel free to send me over the edge.

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Edit: come to think of it, seeing pictures of a certain southern tart this morning probably didn't help matters any.

Second special edit: one comment below has been unscreened for the enjoyment of all. photognome is the man of all men.