Remember my Erotic Edition Magentic Poetry? Well yesterday I was pawing through the rubble that is my bedroom, attempting to make it look decent, when I tripped on the Yellow Pages and went sprawling, knocking over the container of magnets with my elbow. Hundreds of teeny tiny smutty words flew into the air and scattered themselves all over my huge pile of dirty laundry that I was just about to take downstairs to the washing machine.

So I had to spend the next 15 minutes picking out the little buggers from pockets and seams and frilly things. I found a SHIVER in a shirt and a MAN in my undies (half my luck) and a LICK in a sock (eww). I shook out a pair of pants and was showered with BEHIND LUST FEATHER EASY PRIVATE SWEET and SATISFY. There's a poem in that for sure.

Anyway, I was sure I'd salvaged all the magnets but after I'd done the load of washing there was a stray DRIP and FEVER looking a little worse for wear at the bottom of the machine. And when I got out of the car at work today I felt a little *plink* on my foot as a FONDLE appeared from god knows where. Let this be a warning kiddies, lock up your dirty words before they wander away from you!