Susan B. Anthony
What are you reading, Mallory?
Um… it’s a book about Susan B. Anthony.
Who’s that? Hey, her photo’s on the back! She’s pretty hot!
Susan B. is… ‘ot?
Yeah, I’d totally do her! Orally! Maybe even vaginally!
Uh, she’s dead, Carl.
You mean like she’s a goth? Do you think she’d wanna do it in a coffin? I could wear fake vampire fangs and I actually already own a cape, but I can’t tell you why.
Mmm… Carl, she died over a hundred years ago!
Damn! Cock blocked by death!
Hey Carl! Here’s your mojito!
Perfect timing, Anastasia! I just got rejected by a girl! I need a drink!
I’m sorry, Carl! What happened?
She died! Hasn’t been the first time that’s happened!
Hey, maybe I should start an erotic blog about banging women from history! A history sex blog!
What’s a b-blog?
It’s sorta like an internet diary. But without diary secrets like how you wanna see Ernie naked, but not Bert!
Actually, people mostly write about regular crap like why they hate working in an office or how their cat has an ear infection.
These days, anyone can have a blog, Anastasia!
Could I start one?
Sure! Blogs aren’t complicated. They just sorta happen, like a pregnancy.