Just when you think you’ve seen it all, something comes along an blows your f**king mind. This video is one of those things. I don’t want to give away the ending, but I will say that it starts with a monkey riding a goat, who then climbs onto a tightrope – and it just gets crazier from there.
No two ways around it: I like sex. I like sex with lots of different people. I like sex in lots of different ways. I like talking about sex. I like writing about sex. So I go out, and I hook up, and I do not always stick around to cuddle. This doesn’t mean that I’m all messed up inside, or that I need men’s approval (if you look at my “to do” list, you’ll see that “caring about men’s approval” is on the bottom, directly beneath “personally oversee the freezing-over of Hell”), or that I can’t be faithful or intimate when I fall in looooove.
It’s tough to define my motives for sleeping around, but, if I had to make a guess, I think it might have something to do with the fact that I have a huge freaking pleasure center in my crotch, and it feels good when people touch it. So yeah: I’m a slut. I call myself a slut. I let my friends call me a slut. I even let my dude call me a slut, although that happens exclusively in bed. (more…)
(Thanks for the clarification Seattle! Unfortunately, I was genetically disposed to KNOW that was wrong – West Virginia thanks you for the heads up though!)
So…I am chillin’ at my parents’ house, being the lazy fat-ass that I am. Sitting by the pool drinking coffee, trying to forget that in less than a month I have to go back to year 3 of a wonderful SUNY education. (NY State College if you are not in the know)
Literally, coffee and food in mouth – I read the following headline from a Seattle newspaper: “Employee accused of sex with goat” In short, this pervert, Arthur Lawton, was banging a goat at the Eatonville’s Pioneer Farm Museum in Pierce County, where he worked, and a tour came by and saw him. OH…but wait…there is more…