'...and you don't come from this town.'

Every once in awhile, when the Tool Man and I get tired of life in the humdrum suburbs, we talk about moving someplace exciting. Someplace that throbs with life.

Someplace like SexCity (town motto: "It's a fine, fine day for coming home!").

Look on the map. It's right there over Mt. Monogamy, and just across the lake from Virginville. We hear property values are on the rise, and the the neighborhoods don't suck.

Now, the neighbors? Yeah, they might.

I could go on and on with the innuendos, but I think I'll leave those up to any of you who wish to drop one in comments. Also, if you wish to comment and be all, "You're serious? This is what you giggled about when you tucked this in your pocket Friday night and were all 'Eureka! Monday's post!' allow me to remind you, Internets, I sometimes have a "fowl mouth," so yeah, me and my inner 13 year old boy, Seth, dig it.

We also dig the idea of running for mayor of SexCity. I hear there are lots of positions on the board.

(Heh. Good one, Seth!)