Today I’m doing a guest spot (known in those parts as a G-Spot) over at Lisa’s Bored Housewife site. She’s off spending a night or 12 in Paris and has arranged for all sorts of deranged psychos to look after her patch while she’s gone.

Lisa normally partakes in a net thing known as Titty Tuesday, where bored housewives go wild and braless. Well, that’s the word on the street.

I’m no housewife, but I am bored, so I did agree to go braless.

Check it out and see whether I chickened out.

(The D-Man would also like to apologise in advance for any gay cowboys he may offend.)

In honour of my G-Spot, I’m making available a “song” I “wrote” about “stuff” that can “allegedly” be “found” on the “internet”.
Allegedly.

Click here to listen.

Here’s the lyrics, which you’ll need, cos I mumble like a person who mumbles because they can’t sing. Or are drunk. Or retarded. Or drunk and retarded. And can’t sing. Whatever.