I love coincidences.  I love it when it turns out someone you know also went to high school with your hairdresser.  When I hear something like that, I love to make a big stink about how craaaazy it is and what a weird small world it is.  I get so annoyed when other people don't act as impressed by the coincidence.

One time, waiting to board a LA-->NYC flight, I saw not only Anthony Keidis, Mr. Feeney from Boy Meets World, but also a guy I went to high school with, who just happened to be dating a girl who sat next to me in the bassoon section of high school band.  What a star-studded flight and a crazy coincidence! When I went to say hello to my high school chum, he was not fazed at all that we were running into each other at LAX.  I was devastated. [You like that boring story? Guess what, I got a million more!]

So imagine my delight when on the same day, I get two photos sent to me by readers that have something very specific in common - a woman being abused by some sort of lavender-colored object.  In one case, the purple jelly dildo cocked and ready to strike, and in the other a boobie-biting menace in a orchid vest and tie. Kismet!