Pick a Pack o’ Pics
by Piper Peters
Come to find out, y’all will be getting a lot of Ginger Lynn today, each more or less celebrating her welcome place as part of the working risque commune. Of course the web has a way of providing frozen moments in time — both good and bad, as we all have seen — yet somehow two authors separated by a country, an ocean, and at least one really funny accent, both hit upon young Ginger as befitting special note on the same day. [This could bespeak poor supervision, but such a conclusion would lead to self-criticism, a practice generally avoided around these parts. We figure enough people criticize us all the time. No sense adding to the pile.]