Porn postcard

Schmutzie was offering up smutty postcards on her Twitter recently, so of course I signed up. Why was she doing this? My guess is to ensure that people pronounce her name properly. It's Schmutzie, like "smut", not "schmoot" or whatever else you're thinking (and now that you have that naughty association in your head, you'll never pronounce it wrong again, will you?)

The postcard arrived today, not on its own as postcards normally do, but in a discreet envelope. I thought Schmutzie was being a bit conservative, but then I saw the card. Yup, I'm not sure what Canada Post would have done with this:

She wrote on the back, "I thought you'd like the hot lesbo action. One of them has a bit of a moustachio."

Thanks for making my day, lady. Between the card and the very, very awesomely naughty story that Madam Diva told me on the phone this morning, I'm a happy camper. Now, if only that vibrator I ordered at Abigail's sex toy party would arrive already...