Go. Away.
Now.
Then again, judging from the number of people reading it, it most likely is.
Here, goggle a blonde:

Via email-o-gram:
Dear Fake Cane:
You are a better Cane than the real one.
If his blog was more like this he would be more funner to read.
I hate him.
In today’s WordPress Dashboard search engine hits:
“fake mike cane”
Can you believe it?
Don’t get Real. Get Fake!
Or as I like to put it: Go F Yourself!
I tell them I have very sensitive fingertips and can read their T-shirts.

Wow. Did she enjoy it!

Mein Cane:
Your shadow does things to me.
I don’t know what.
But it involves wetness.
Can you send me your shadow? Do you need it anymore?
Ruff,
Even my shadow is hot!



Send in those email invites with photos, all you luscious blondez!!

Dear Mike:
I find the realness of your fakeness so sexy.
Be wild with me.
Luvvy,
SJ