@johnivdaly: Actually, sadly, it is. Most of those women would be subject to a social stigma the level of which only lepers are aware. Rape victims, molestation victims, and incest victims are all publicly scorned and usually have no chance at marriage, children, or a normal life.
Condoms are way too uppity these days. Just so sure of themselves aren't they? And since it's performance evaluation time for most of us, I think that new wrapper should reflect some truth. How about: "People can still be conceived despite your presence." and my personal favorite..."Dependably un-flushable and will often reappear when your mother comes to visit like a shining, rubbery beacon of copulatory confirmation just to make her head explode. And she'll never tell you. You'll just eat pot roast until you find it later when it comes back again like a friggin marauder looking for gold doubloons, and wonder if mom did in fact see your jiz-jacket floatie."
@AzureTexan: Uh, yeah, they want you to be safe. (Is my mother the only one who ever ended phone calls with "be safe..." ) but unearthing the process of which that occurs means the building of an instantaneous parental force-field of ignorance. However, on the other hand, discussing sex with your mother (yours or hers! Christ.) in most instances is like experiencing that moment just before you have to vomit. repeatedly. and forever. until the talking stops.
@Spirit Fingers: Me, I've never actually had a sex talk with Mom. She's just not the type. In fact, I'm reasonably certain that she's never HAD sex, and that I'm the residual spawn of Immaculate Conception, sort of a biological offshoot — an accident, if you will — of the Virgin Mary's mesocosmic coupling with the Lord God his own self.
Also, my mother doesn't poop. I've seen no evidence. On occasion I'll detect the sweet aroma of lavender potpourri, but no, no poop.
Okay, so the church bus means 1) some lost soul is asking for directions, 2) someone is trying to save lost souls, or 3) someone's been spending a little too much time studying "The Song of Solomon."
@The Lone Scout: Is there a higher-rez version available? There are some nutter Bible-thumpers at work who are in dire need of a new desktop picture. I'll even do it for them!
@ManchuCandidate: @The Real JR: And with the door closed . . . unless the sultry neighbor and her voluptuous twin just happen to have locked themselves out of their loft.
Big talk from a woman who appears to be fingering a bandana-wearing cat.Unnatural is trying to consolidate your sexxy feelings for Mr. Mistoffelees and Garth Brooks.
If you have not yet released a video entitled Sapphic and Slutty Brooklyn Public-School Teachers, then you have been remiss in your duties. Please correct this oversight forthwith.
If you need casting assistance, the ever-resourceful, yet NSFW Lux Alptraum and her army of Fleshbot zombies can suggest any number of up-and-coming performers.
Won't some sexxxxy Samaritan from Sugarland take pity on the Peys and tickle her tempestuously with the tongue-lashing she so desperately denies herself?
You'll seldom see a man griping about hot lesbo sexxxin. But for Andrea, the thought of such "unnatural" desires being stoked like gouts of hot fire and lava spewing from the Krakatoa Of Lust makes her tear at her own bodice.
(Hey, no one else wants anything to do with her bodice, nor the sad pancake titties encased therein.)
It's okay, Peyser. We know that when you read and write of sexxxy lesbian teachers, somewhere beneath the Miss Havisham-esque dusty cobwebs betwixt your chicken legs, a wellspring of bitter nectar made its first appearance there since the Nixon administration.
I like how she goes all Nostradamus by predicting, with measurable confidence, that "the bad days are not over," as if we peons had believed that the bad days, by dint of a Festivus Miracle or a Blue Norwegian Spiral, were about to vanish.
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More than 1,000 Indian sect members have pledged to marry female sex workers.
How... selfless of them?
#tips #india #sex #sects
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Also interesting: "Jesus is Lord."
What we don't see, I presume, is the kicker: "But Jeremy is God."
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P.S. What's weird is that moms always want us to use condoms . . . until we, like, USE one. Then it's all brimstone.
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Also, my mother doesn't poop. I've seen no evidence. On occasion I'll detect the sweet aroma of lavender potpourri, but no, no poop.
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Usually one handed.
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Wacka-wacka.
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Ba-dum.
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If you have not yet released a video entitled Sapphic and Slutty Brooklyn Public-School Teachers, then you have been remiss in your duties. Please correct this oversight forthwith.
If you need casting assistance, the ever-resourceful, yet NSFW Lux Alptraum and her army of Fleshbot zombies can suggest any number of up-and-coming performers.
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(Hey, no one else wants anything to do with her bodice, nor the sad pancake titties encased therein.)
It's okay, Peyser. We know that when you read and write of sexxxy lesbian teachers, somewhere beneath the Miss Havisham-esque dusty cobwebs betwixt your chicken legs, a wellspring of bitter nectar made its first appearance there since the Nixon administration.
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What the fuck is she doing that's so important? Writing for a shitty tabloid is hardly curing cancer.