Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Saturday, April 6, 2013
Upon one of my visits to pals Alice and Kate in Portland, Oregon, we found ourselves near a used bookstore. I went in and refused to come out. I was pretty sure I had died of unknown causes upon crossing the threshold and having found my heaven I wasn't coming back without a fight. After mouth-to-mouth by both Kate and Alice taking turns to save me, I'd had enough. I left. I'll never forgive either one of them. That kind of intimacy was horrifying.
Monday, March 25, 2013
While not socially acceptable, the pitch and volume of flatulence depends on the size of the "pucker". Narrow anal canal is usually a high pitched squeek, big juicy "puckeroos" produce a baritone explosion. Hemorrhoids do not alter the pitch or intensity of flatus. Sitting on a toilet does increase volume.
Two minutes of gooey near-satisfaction followed by weeks of haunting guilt is so much more easily attained with a cucumber of choice of which nothing more than a few eye rolling panting and moans is the only side effect. However, Sara is defending abuse of all vegetables and one or two fruits by ordering more sustainable products from condomstogousa.com I wonder if they offer ukulele lessons too? I've heard a little strumming is thrilling.
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