St. Patrick's Day CounterProgramming.

Coming home early to Mistress last night was a lovely alternative to the annual gathering of stuffy white guys drinking too much. Sure there was a little wine with the dinner I whipped up for her, but not pints of Guinness and little glasses of Jamieson, neat. Plus I didn't have to worry about finding all the studs for my tux.

And Mistress was more than obliging.

She even made sure to keep her "peek-a-boo" tights on for some post work worship, followed by some long and leisurely love making in the her executive suite. And while I may have broken a long standing Collins family tradition of not drinking too much in honor of some dude who had a phobia for snakes.

There's nothing wrong with starting a new family tradition.

Leprechauns in Bondage

That got your attention didn't it? And what better way to celebrate a kinky St. Patrick's Day than some kinky characters steeped in Gaelic folk lore. Sadly, I must
leave such fiction to our friend 'Nilla. But then she might have the poor little fellas' imprisoned and impaled by a horny space alien with an alarming resemblance to  a giant squid. Of course, maybe the Leprechaun turns the tables:

Sadly, St. Patrick's Day got off to a slow start for this Ol' Irish Slave. Mistress had one of those ridiculous 8 am meetings to start her week, leaving wake-up sex on hold. Well, at least for me. But since it remains unseasonably chilly here in River City, she did slither into her peek-a-boo tights and make herself available for what she referred to as some quick but effective "drive by worship" before heading out the door in the pre-dawn hour. Hopefully my quick but potent "lick of the Irish" gave Mistress a little something to think about as she sat around the conference room table with all those boring guys this morning.

As for me: I have elected to forego the annual stag dinner for the friendly sons this year. No tuxedo. No open bar and "Buffet Erin". No tedious speeches and boring old guys to make small talk with while eating over cooked beef.  No Men's choir singing "Danny Boy". Instead I am hoping the "luck of the Irish" means I get lucky tonight.

If not, I might end up as testy as this guy:

Tights Hit the Post-Season

It's not exactly March Madness, but the cold snap that drove River City temperatures back into the teens, after a brief taunting from spring, had one upside: extending tights season here for just a few more days.

Ol' Mick has a bit of a tights fetish, as our most loyal readers have come to learn. So anything that adds a few days of twisted fun to my sometimes tedious work-a-day life can't be all that bad, can it?

Yesterday Mistress was dressing for work, after our satisfying wake-up sex, and seemed torn.

"It's 19 outside Slave? Can't decide - pants, or tights?"

Well she knew what my answer would be. And she even wriggled into my favorites: the peek-a-boo variety with the convenient, worship ready aperture.

The sad part is that I only got a brief sighting of her before we headed off in different directions: black skirt, ending above the knee, black tights, and black boots to finish the look. I'm sure she was turning more than a few heads through the course of her busy day. And a few texts she sent only primed my pump for some post work day worship.

Fortunately, she obliged her Slave, keeping those tights on for this photo op, some worship with my head parked at just the right strategic spot, and even slept in the tights, allowing me to sidle up to them through the night.

Very distracting!

I suspect I will get a little more fodder for my fetish when I rejoin her in bed, momentarily.

Our Western Correspondent Moonlights for Consumer Reports

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But Because Consumer Reports insists on punctuation, you're reading it here. At least he sent a selfie along!

(DENVER) Well legal pot has been here for over two months

Guess what?

The sky has not fallen  yet

I don't think.....

Our dusty old  cow town seems just the same to me

Haven't seen any crazed pot heads running around creating anarchy  

Course I don't get out much

Nevertheless I have been doing diligent research on behalf of my employers 

UCTMW

Took a little break to visit our Russian friends in Sochi

And held up in Vegas for a few days to let Mick cool down about some bills I ran up in Russia

But

I have been researching !!!!

So here is my take

LEGAL POT RULES!!!!!!!!!!!

All the peeps you meet in the stores are so friendly and cool

Everybody is smiling

Course the people running the stores are happy

They are getting fucking rich!

But all the customers are laughing and joking

I frequent a store near DU

A local University

The customers range from college kids to the retired crowd with plenty of very rich folks thrown in too

And they all talk and socialize together

Very very cool actually......

Now for the products

Course you have your garden variety bud

Sold by the gram $25

1/8 ounce $60 and so on and so forth

They sell sativa  an "upper buzz"

Indiga a "sleepy buzz"

And a hybrid of the two....  for you independent's out there who can't decide which party to vote for

I guess

Then there are the "edibles"

These range from pills to candy of all sorts

Gummy bears, totsie roles, gum, chocolates, hard candies, basically anything 

And then you have your brownies, cookies, fudges, protein bars, granola bars, fiber bars

See you can get high and be regular

So there Jamie Lee Curtis! 

Very interesting are the drinks

They come in resealable bottles

Soft drinks, sports drinks, fruit drinks, you name it

Think the connivence store  drink case's and you basically have it

They also sell drops, additives and this stuff in a straw that you mix with water

And that is just in my little store

Very very cool

Now there is a lot of controversy about how much THC is in these edibles 

The Denver Post is testing them and running a story about the various companies products

And how some companies product have very little THC in them

For example one company advertised 100 mg in their candy

The Post found their product actually had  .75 mg per candy

This caused the WC to say WTF?????         Suzanne:)

They are basically making and breaking companies 

And I say

God bless you Denver Post!!!!

I have purchased a couple of edibles that did not make the poor old WC high at all!!!!!

Shame you .........you frauds, you charlatans, you hucksters !!!!

Well so much for my little rant.....

All transactions are basically in $20 increments 

$5 at the least

No change and taxes are included

Cash only 

No credit cards cause the owners can't get bank accounts

These guys are rolling up to State Treasury with a pistol on the seat and 50K in a bag to pay their taxes

But you know the State is loving those tax dollars

But I know you are asking

Does the poor old WC think the pot is medicinal????

Not being a doctor

I don't know

But I say try some

You will be happier

Whatever ails you.......

Your intrepid reporter

WC