I’m a little late today because I started the day in a funk and nearly blew this off to go shoe shopping. My dear twitter friends cheered me up, so now I’m posting this while Monkey is in school, THEN going shoe shopping with him. He has VERY different taste in shoes then me, so it may not be as productive as it would have been had I gone alone. So if you see me in bright pink stilettos in Disneyland next week, you will know that I have given the ultimate sacrifice for you, Dear Reader.
My friends and I used to play a fun game called Gay or European. Now there is a much better, much more politically correct game called, Stripper or Beanie Baby. Thanks Ty! (Warning: I may have pee’d a little bit laughing at this. Prepare yourself accordingly.)
I love India’s 1950′s mentality towards sexuality.
“My friends say masturbation makes us weak and prevents good erections.”
My answer would be “Dear Sir. You need better friends.” But this writer has more class then that.
Yes Chaplain. That’s why ALL my clients are there to see me. They also lost bets.
You have to love Canada for just admitting that money is all about naked woman… and putting one on their new $20. I would have preferred more boobs, but I’ll take what I can get.
And finally! Happy National Masturbation Month! This is an awesome article debunking the whole g-spot thing. It basically boils down to;
Men and woman like to be touched in different places and some men like to study womens anatomy and call it “work.” Those men gave all the lady bits names, namely, their last name. The other men didn’t like that, so now it’s just referred to by first letter of his last name. Obviously should women have named their own lady bits, they would have been called, Fluffy, Slappy and Bitch. And maybe Coco.
I may have read some stuff into this article, but it’s still good.