When we last left The Good Doctor, he was sitting across from Childs in the remnants of their arctic research base. Neither was sure if the other was The Thing, but one thing was for sure: one of them smelled like veal meatballs, while other was weird and pissed off. Good day to you and to all the ships at sea... Your old friend, The Good Doctor here with a long overdue House Call Report. A scant 3+ weeks ago, The Good Doctor encountered regular Journal contributors, Mr. & Mrs. Slaneesh at 15th Ave. Adult Theater in Chicago. This was not an ordinary lead up to a carnal encounter at one of the top adult theaters in the country. This was a lead up two months in the making. At the St. Patty's Party at 15th Ave in March, Mrs. Slaneesh was in quite the mood. She was playing hard, and on more than one occasion, we ran into each other in the Party Room and tried to scoot away for some monkey business. But, each time, my hosting duties got in the way. One time it was to MC "Nearly Naked Twister". The other time a topless woman asked me to do some bird calls. You know how it goes... When the same exact thing happened in April at the Mardi Gras event at 15th Ave., something had to give. It was pretty clear we needed to set up a non-event physical and work-up for Mrs. Slaneesh, before her acute condition got completely out of hand. On the morning of May 5th, while The Good Doctor was in the middle of his weekly break dancing class, a telegram arrived mid-move-busting. It read:
This must be serious, the Good Doctor thought to himself. Mrs. Slaneesh is the picture of health; gorgeous, tall, tan, hotter than a pistol, perfect boobage, and that ass of hers... And now an urgent telegram detailing distress. I needed to act.
Doc here, a man who some say as a youth, would amaze kids in the neighborhood by his ability to fling a cannoli through an open window and onto a dessert plate...while eating a cannoli. The Good Doctor would like to extend a hearty thank-you to you, the good readers of The Journal. Why you ask? This past weekend, The Journal of Adult Theaters hit another impressive milestone: Our 8 millionth pageview! That is an incredible number, and your old friend in the white suit and aviators has you to thank. Back in the early days of The Journal (sometime in 2010 if memory serves correct), I wrote down a lofty goal and taped it to my monitor: 250,000 pageviews. A couple of other adult-themed blogs I frequented that had a similar approach (one was focused on dogging, and the other was a regional blog on the ABS scene in that city) had achieved those numbers, and I wanted The Journal to be one of them. By the early 2011, The Journal had passed both blogs in terms of pageviews, and we were off to the races. So kids, I raise my Bloody Mary and salute you for your loyalty and readership. Let's see how quickly we can get to 9 million! Thanks, Doc
