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-image-10 Ways that I'm not Jesus

 

After working all night and realizing that I can't hammer a nail in without smacking my knuckles, can't saw straight even with a straight edge, and can't build a box that actually has 90 degree angles, I realized that I am definitely not a carpenter.

This got me thinking about another nine ways that I'm not in any way like Jesus. I mean, I know that people like to call me the god of blogging, I have my own church, and others use my name in vain all the time, but seriously, people. I'm really not like Jesus.

10. I'm not a carpenter, and neither is my father.
9. For me, 5 loaves of bread and 2 fish makes a nice big tuna fish sandwich for one.
8. It wouldn't even cost thirty pieces of silver for Britt to call the cops on me.
7. I can only turn water into Diet Coke.
6. When I was born, I got a savings bond and a stuffed gorilla, and I was visited by wiseguys, not wise men.
5. I can really only fast for about forty seconds.
4. I thought I raised someone from the dead, but it turned out that they were just sleeping really well.
3. Instead of giving people bread and saying that it's my body, I give people milkshakes and say, "I came in that."
2. I don't even wash my own feet.
1. I have a whore for a friend, not for a lover. I don't turn my cheeks, I spread 'em!


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-image-To boob or not to boob

 

Forget abortion.
Fuck the war in Iraq.
Who cares about the 2nd Amendment?

I want to vote for the candidate who decides to get rid of this Puritanical notion that Americans have that topless women are somehow indecent.

Will McCain lead the oppressed chest concealers into tit-revealing victory? Or will it be Obama who will inspire a generation to let their puppies breathe?

I dream of an America where I can walk down the street and see an advertisement like this:

I dream of a time when women can go topless without feeling ashamed. When close-minded fundamentalist groups like the AFA are told to suck it up or move out of the country. When the FCC has someone from Hooters on their board. When nipples dot the landscape like multi-colored Hershey's Kisses.

Who's with me?

-image-Accidental Porn

 

Amy returns home after two weeks on the road on business.

Amy: Hey, babe?
Me: Yeah?
Amy: Ummm, can I ask you something?
Me: Sure. What's up?
Amy: When I was gone . . .
Me: Yeah.....
Amy: Did you watch porn on the bedroom TV?
Me: No, why?
Amy: I mean, it's okay if you did. I understand.
Me: But I didn't!
Amy: You can tell me - I won't be upset.
Me: But I didn't!
Amy: I know you do, so don't feel bad.
Me: But I didn't!
Amy: It's me, babe. You can tell me. It's okay.
Me: But I didn't!
Amy: Then why, when I was going through the DVR to find something to watch, did I find "Summer of Love", a story of two young girls exploring their sexuality, recorded from HBO around 2:30 AM?
Me: Ummmm.....
Amy: That's what I thought.

The truth of the matter is that when Amy's not here, I can't sleep without putting the TV on and usually wake up in the middle of the night to groggily turn the television off, so I must have accidentally hit the "Record" button on the remote when I was turning it off late one night. But I don't think she believes me.

-image-Porn porn pornitty porn

 

There's this internet phenom called sfwporn. Basically, it's hardcore porn that is horribly and amateurishly drawn over in MS Paint to make it more innocuous, or Safe For Work. After seeing this for the first time yesterday, I was inspired to create my own. Behold:

Free Weights:
sfwporn_1 (Here is the NSFW original)

I Scream for Ice Cream:
sfwporn_2(Here is the NSFW original)

Will You Marry Me?
sfwporn_3(Here is the NSFW original)

At The Old Ball Game:
sfwporn_4(Here is the NSFW original)

Cheering!
sfwporn_5(Here is the NSFW original)

-image-The incredible shrinking penis

 

People, I need some help here.

I think my penis is shrinking.

It used to be that it felt like it was a third leg. I could prop myself up on it, play baseball without a bat, and hold elevator doors open when I was still a full ten feet away. And if I laid just right on my bed, I could almost put the tip of it in my own mouth without breaking my neck. Almost.

I noticed the shrinkage because of my masturbation routine. You see, I read an article that says that masturbating at least five times a week can help prevent prostate cancer. If masturbating five times a week can prevent cancer, who knows what could happen if I masturbate five times a day! I would probably turn invincible and learn to fly!

So, in the interest of science, I started masturbating five times a day. One time I thought I was floating, but I think I was just a little light-headed, and I know I wasn't invincible because I don't think my shaft would be quite so rubbed raw if I was invulnerable and self-healing. And as part of this routine, I became very familiar with my penis. I knew how many strokes it would take, how far each stroke would go, and how fast I needed to stroke.

And then, one day, my hand stroked the normal length but ran out of penis, and I hit myself in the face. Frantic, I grabbed my handy dandy penis-measuring ruler and gasped in horror. My penis had shrunk!

Masturbating became something that frightened me. Before long, I couldn't even use my whole fist. I dropped down to three fingers, then two, then I had to just use my index finger and my thumb.

If it keeps shrinking, will it become a vagina, or just a flat Ken doll spot with testicles hanging down to my knees? If it does become a vagina, should I use it like one, or just use it to hold my keys and my wallet and stuff?

What the hell should I do?

UPDATED: Thank God, I figured it out! I knew I shouldn't have taken that trip to the Congo!

-image-Clusterfuck Circus

 

-image-Here's where I get creepy

 

How could I forget? Tuesday was a day of momentous occasion, and I let it slip by with nary a mention. I blame it on my crystal meth addiction.

Since Tuesday, a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I can be happy and sing and dance and do things that would have previously made me feel dirty and shamed.

Because on Tuesday, you see, Emma Watson (aka Hermione Granger) turned 18.

I no longer have to feel weird about being a member of her fan club.

I don't have to feel bad about masturbating to this, this or this (really NSFW).

I can proudly reveal that I named my penis Hermione.

I will not be ashamed of my bids on the eBay auction for a pair of her panties.

I will no longer slink to the Harry Potter movies naked under my raincoat. I will walk in with my head high.

Now, how long until Dakota Fanning is legal?

(For those of you who feel left out by the fake naked picture of Emma Watson, here are some real naked pictures of Daniel Radcliffe.)

-image-Please don't read this.

 

I'm telling you now. You really don't want to read this story. It's a horrifying example of (a) how disgusting college boys are and (b) things you never wanted to think about.

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Still here? Fine.

When I was a freshman in college, I had a roommate for the first semester. Dan was one of those guys that seemed nice but turned out to be a bit of a prick. Maybe he was uncomfortable because I was one of three guys who had to get him out of his vomit-stained clothes and into bed when he was passed out drunk at a frat party, or maybe he just couldn't figure out why I didn't really drink, but that's neither here nor there.

Unlike every other dorm room on our floor, ours was at the corner of the building, where it formed an L shape. This meant that we actually had two separate rooms with a large doorway. This was a nice arrangement because it gave each of us our own privacy.

What did I do with my privacy, you might ask? (well, nobody should be asking, because none of you should be reading this!)

I masturbated. Constantly. And I wasn't down with the whole "come into a tissue" thing, because you always got paper stuck to the head of your dick that you had to wash off in the shower and then guys thought you were playing with yourself in the group shower. And I didn't want to jerk off in a sock or a towel or anything like that, because I had to do my own laundry and the laundry room was down five flights of stairs in the basement.

So, instead, I had a cup that I got at a frat party that seemed like the perfect seminal receptacle. And at night, when I was done masturbating, I would ejaculate into the cup, and then put it aside. Now, at first, I had good intentions. Each night, I'd say to myself, "Self, I'll wash that out in the morning." But then, once I woke up, I'd realize that it was mostly dried, so what was the point?

Instead, I just continued to add layer upon layer of sticky semen. And I did learn one interesting tidbit, too - It never really dried completely. Each new addition of semen just added to the glistening gelatinous pile that ended up looking like a yellow-white version of that sticky green slime you could buy from the coin-op machines at the grocery store.

Let me digress at this point to introduce two new characters, Todd and TJ. TJ had the room right next to ours, and he was a very mellow guy. Very. Mellow. Always with the mellowing. And one day, he got caught being mellow and getting mellow and they mellowed his mellow ass out of the dorms. Todd was the resident asshole on our floor. He was very gung-ho about fraternities and he played baseball and he thought he was pretty much the king shit. ("Thought" being the operative word. The night I held a 9-inch blade up to his throat and told him to shut the fuck up so that I could get some sleep and he almost peed himself is another story for another time).

Here we were, with TJ gone and an empty room on our floor. Todd knew that Dan and I didn't really get along, so, one day, he took it upon himself to start moving my stuff into the empty room. While he would protest that he thought he was helping, the truth was that I hadn't yet decided to move, and my parents had said "no," due to the cost of a single vs. double. But I came home from class to find many of my possessions moved to the empty single, with only my bureau and its contents remaining. I refused to help, so Todd and Dan started carrying over all of the items that littered the top of the bureau.

Todd picked up the cup and looked at it strangely. I tried to bite my lip and not look horrified. He looked inside, then stuck his finger in there and pushed. "What is this, Avitable?" he asked. "A candle or something?"

"Yes, it's a candle, Todd. Smell it and see if you can see what type." I tried not to guffaw and pee myself.

So he stuck his nose all the way into the cup and took one big sniff.

The best part was what was stuck to his nose when he pulled it out.


This post doesn't really belong on Humor-Blogs.com.

-image-The Sound of One Hand Fapping

 

As many of you already know from my treatise on dog fucking, at my heart, I am an educator.

So when my stats showed that someone found my blog by searching Google for "What do I do with my jizz when I'm finished masturbating?" I knew I had to leap into action. Edu-action!

Clearly another misguided soul came to my blog seeking enlightenment, and who was I to deny him?

Well, my young onanist, from my meticulous research (which consisted of thinking really hard, doing one Google search that yielded nothing and one that yielded WAY too much, and reviewing an extensive porn collection), there are five different types of ejaculating moves after a man is done masturbating, and these moves determine what type of masturbator he is.

The five different types of pickle strokers are as follows: drippers, grippers, lickers, sippers, and sprayers.

Drippers: This is arguably the most common method of ejaculation after masturbation. Once the man is finished relishing his hot dog, he immediately finds a venue with which he can release his baby batter. Whether this is a plastic cup, a tissue, a sock, a magazine, a fake vagina, a towel, or even the carpet, the penis is emptied and then put away for the next rainy day.
Pros: Quick and easy.
Cons: Stiff, dried socks and hand towels emit strange odor if not washed quickly.

Grippers: The gripper is a bit more fastidious than the dripper. Once he is done clubbing the dolphin, he uses his hand to create a vise grip under the head of the penis, preventing any leaking of the salty yogurt, and then he moves to a safe location, such as a toilet or bathtub, and releases his orgasm in one grunt.
Pros: Usually cleaner. If emptied in toilet, can flush, then wash hands, and be done.
Cons: Have to make it to bathroom. If you cough or trip, watch out for a cumsplosion.

Lickers: A licker is the least common masturbator, as it requires a combination of flexibility and above-average penis length. The licker is also known as auto-fellatio, and instead of doing the knuckle shuffle, he uses his hands to push his pelvis into his face, where he can suck himself off and swallow the resulting kiddie cocktail.
Pros: Has to be more fun than the other ways. No mess at all.
Cons: People have broken their necks trying this.

Sippers: When it comes to masturbating, the sipper is a bit stranger. They're just as interested in the resulting creme de men as the actual act of playing the skin flute. Once they've ejaculated, they usually hold it in their palm or other container, and devour the sputum in one gulp.
Pros: No clean up. Fun from beginning to end.
Cons: Might ruin your dinner.

Sprayers: These men have usually watched too many porn movies and consider themselves amateur John Holmeses. The wanking is just part of the fun, but it's all a buildup to the whitewater volcano, which he lets fly in multiple streams. It might land on the desk or couch, although typically it's all over his own chest, stomach, legs, and testicles. The more distance one can get, the closer one is, theoretically, to meeting Jenna Jameson and showing her what a real man does.
Pros: It's almost an Olympic sport.
Cons: It can be a bitch to get out of matted hair.

So, my fist fucking friend, there are your options when it comes to releasing the hostages. Choose wisely, and may your penis be unchafed, your stroke be even, and your orgasm magnificent!


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-image-Geek coming through.

 

I'm so massively erect right now.

"Why's that, Adam?" you ask. (Or maybe "What is it this time, PervBoy?")

It's not because I finally got my Avril Lavigne manties to wear around the house. It's not because I downloaded a video of 16-year old Catholic school girls going down on each other. It's not because I'm watching myself naked on cam, although that always does it.

So what's the reason? Well, as most of you know, I'm a huge comic geek. I've been collecting comics for about ten years, and I have around 30,000 comics, plus tons of statues, action figures, and other random memorabilia.

I was placing my monthly order yesterday, flipping through the Previews catalog, when I came across the erection-inspiring item. I ordered it immediately, and I will sit here, erection in hand, until it ships to me in October. I hope I don't have any pressing plans over the next six months.

Are you ready to gaze upon the beauty and awesomeness?
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