No, Nancy Reagan… noooooo! I don’t want to see!

Oh dear. Yet again, someone has confused specialty porn sites with reality. Robert, hon, those chicks dig whatever they’re paid to dig. Dig?

Jolly ripping-good coincidence: I just left some of my not-so-amiable spoor on his bloglike-thing, commending the custom of actually changing hands so as to prevent the one in (over-)use looking like a bagful of raisins.

I’m not above fighting stupidity with juvenilia. Merely trying to forlornly wave mature wisdom in its face is like casting pearls before pubic-lice.

Doubt there’d be any pieces bigger than a postage stamp left.

“About all that we can really make of this is that it’s an unintentionally candid admission that whenever he’s doing the nasty with his wife, all the while vocalizing his deeply misogynist feelings about her, she starts to laugh at him. And he thinks she just came.”

You can’t go wrong!

He’s a misogynist…yet chicks don’t dig him, so that seems to disprove his post. Yet…at the same time he has no sense of humor and, again, chicks don’t dig him, so he’s entirely right.

Whatever the case, he has certainly earned the ‘Most Depressing Wingnut of the Week’ award and it’s only Monday.

And these GenX whippersnappers think their parents have psychosexual issues! Why, when I was a girl flibbertygibbet ribbershibber yeah, off the lawn with ya.

Clif, I love you!

And then an angel has an orgasm.

And I’d be willing to bet he’s never triggered either in a woman.

MzNicky, as a boomer myself, I guess I might have to bring up with my mother this douchey item that was missing from wedding preparation. That conversation needs some thought. After 26 years, maybe we’re beyond it.

Sorry boys, getting OT, but if you are going to post these lame ass creep-a-zoids, we have to amuse ourselves somehow.

I’ve lived in the boonies for various lengths of time. You’re a creature, and animal, y’know? After a while, you’re gonna begin to smell. Hygiene is about staying healthy, not trying to smell like a bouqet of flowers.

I dunno. It always seemed like kind of a waste to me. In the field in SE Asia or the Rocky Mountains. There are things you gotta do to stay healthy. The rest is so artificial….

mikey

Let me introduce you to my wife, Cindy, that cunt.

“Feminist Chicks Dig Me”

mikey: I have no problem accepting that you love me, and as you know, right back atchya. As to “somewhere along the way, she started worrying about her, well, her junk,” yeah. That’s how we were brought up. That’s the personal part of the historical that we’ve had to overcome. Some of us had enough whatever to declare “fuck that shit.” Others of us, not so able. Thus we’re exposed to self-haters like MoDo and the Schulessel thing and so many others who, as faithful puppets of the patriarchy, blindly perpetuate and enable misogyny. As if feminism didn’t have its hands full already.

Again.