Posts Tagged ‘masturbation’

Don't you hate?

Friday, March 28th, 2008

Don't you hate when come clogs up your urethra after masturbating and when you go to pee, you pee in fourteen different directions, including straight up?

Don't you hate when you are holding onto your penis after coming to stem the flow until you can get rid of it, and you cough, which makes your hand relax, and you hit yourself in the face?

Don't you hate when you're washing your asshole and your fingernail accidentally scrapes right across it?

Don't you hate when you put peanut butter on your balls and ass crack for the dog to lick off and she uses her teeth a bit too much?

Don't you hate when the frozen hot dog breaks off in your ass?

Don't you hate when you get the pictures of breasts from your two different illicit online lovers mixed up with each other?

Don't you hate when you shave off your pubes and put them on a pizza for a friend to eat and he doesn't even notice?

Don't you hate the smell of the carpet when Mistress Dark is over and she's pushing you face-down while stepping on your balls with her high heels?

Don't you hate having to learn the names of all of the new crop of underage hookers down in the red light district after the old group were killed by their johns and pimps?

Don't you hate getting caught naked in a room full of small children covered in Crisco?

Don't you hate when the cops are going to let you off with a warning, and then they accidentally see the dead hooker in your backseat?

Don't you hate when the tranny can't get hard because of the hormones, so you have to jerk yourself off?

Don't you hate having anal sex with someone who has explosive diarrhea?

Don't you hate when ninjas ransack your house and take your animal porn collection?

Don't you hate when donkeys ransack your house and take your ninja porn collection?

Don't you hate the fact that even though it sounds like it, "statutory rape" doesn't mean it's mandatory by law?

Don't you hate when you're masturbating with the Sears catalog and you get a paper cut on the head of your penis?

Don't you hate how gay porn actually makes you feel funny in your pants?

Don't you hate when the Roofies don't work right?

Don't you hate when the naked pictures you mailed to Avril Lavigne come back to you with a restraining order?


UPDATE: I got reviewed at "Ask and Ye Shall Receive!" Well, I didn't get a rating, but I got a spanking!


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Hellcockshitwhore

Wednesday, February 6th, 2008

There once was a man named Adam Heath
He had most of his hair and all of his teeth
Then he got a cold
And his soul was sold
To the devil so he cud fin'ly breef.

Today is the birthday of Heather, a blog neighbor
She and her husband are geeks of the highest caliber
Ty met his wife at Space Camp
They rubbed 'til his pants were damp
And he loves it when she touches his lightsaber.

There was this whore we'll call "Shmritt"
At a party she showed everyone one tit
I missed the show
And now the ho
Won't even show me jack shit.

A penis has its very own brain
It reacts in a way that's insane
If it's a bad time
I just clear my mind
And think of Hillary Clinton's vajane.

A vagina, let's face it, rarely looks cute
Even if it's cleanly shaven or neatly hirsute
In the end a man won't care
If it's hairy or bare
As long as in it, he can't fit his whole boot

Successful masturbation should be a thrill
As long as you have a place to release your spill
If you hold it when you get off
Just make sure you don't cough
Or you might just give yourself a necklace of pearl.

Toothpicks

Friday, September 7th, 2007

I had such a hard time keeping my eyes open on my drive home from Britt's this evening. Right now, as I type this, I'm struggling to stay awake so that I can post and then go to bed. It did get me thinking about the things people try to keep themselves awake while driving:

  • Cold. You crank the AC up full blast and let yourself slowly get frostbite. Downfall? You just start to fall asleep and dream of snuggling under blankets.
  • Pain. You pinch yourself. Under your arms, your leg flab, your cheeks, whatever you can. Downfall? After a while, it just doesn't hurt anymore.
  • Wind. Open the windows and sunroof, even on the interstate. Let the wind buffet you around as you drive and roar in your ears. Downfall? Sometimes it's still soothing!
  • Noise. Crank your stereo up to the top volume and find a fast beat to listen to. Downfall? Even a fast beat can start to lull you back to sleep.
  • Pleasure. Start masturbating while you're driving. It keeps your brain interested and can keep you active. Downfall? Well, if you aren't careful and let yourself ejaculate, the wind whipping through the car at 90 miles an hour can create quite a mess, and even though you'll be wide awake as you're trying to deal with the stringy streams of jizz that are flying through the air, getting absolutely everywhere, it will take you an hour just to clean the car out enough to get rid of that "new jizz" smell.

What things do you do when you're trying to stay awake during a drive?

Yeah, so I lied.

Saturday, August 18th, 2007

It's 2:17 AM. I just got home. The chances that this post will make any sense are very slim.

I did have big plans to do a video post finally, but that was when I thought I had my entire Friday night free. Next week – I promise.

I have a new favorite food, though. The wraps from McDonald's are actually surprisingly tasty! I've tried the chipotle, the honey mustard, and the ranch, and they're all really good and fresh tasting. While it will never replace a double cheeseburger, it's actually been a nice little late-night snack.

Tonight (Saturday night), my wife has a party to go to. I have the choice of being her chauffeur or actually going out and watching random people I don't know try to impress each other. I think I'll take the driving duties and come back to my cave until she needs to be picked up. She may be going out to the party with Britt, which means that my real wife and my blog wife will be together and alone. That just seems like a really bad idea, although I have no specific reason to think that.

Tomorrow is a cookout at our house and my co-hosting of Fab's show at 7 PM. You fuckers had better listen. I'll know if you don't.

Okay, now I'm off to masturbate to tranny horse porn and then to bed.

Photo Phriday

Friday, July 13th, 2007

When I have trouble thinking of a post, I'll do several things. One thing I'll do is try to think of any of the stupid things that I've done that day and see if any of them are painful or humiliating enough to be fodder for a post. The next thing I'll do is look on Myspace to see if there are any good memes or surveys that I can steal and complete in my own hilarious way. If that fails, I'll think of something fun to draw. If no luck there, I'll take a nap and see if I come up with anything in my subconscious mind. And, finally, if all else fails, I'll ask myself, WWMBD? And today, what would Miss Britt do? Well, she's an ego-driven megalomaniac who loves people who are really into her. If she had writer's block, she'd just pick some random recent pictures of herself and post them online, trawling for sycophants to tell her she's hot and gorgeous and sexy and not at all cherubic. So here goes:

Driving

Ice Cream

Pool

Shoes

Thanks to Liquid for the photos.

I'm here to help.

Monday, June 4th, 2007

Dog sex!

Yesterday, someone found my blog by searching Google for the following phrase: "Is it safe to have your dog lick your vagina?" I fear that this poor soul didn't find the answer she was looking for on my site, so I wanted to help her out in case she stops by again. And since I don't know her name, I'm just going to come up with a handy mnemonic to remember it.

So, dear Dog Fucker, the simple answer to the question "Is it safe to have your dog lick your vagina?" is, of course, yes.

The full answer is a bit more complicated than that, Dog Fucker. First of all, let me say that not only is it perfectly safe for your terrier to tongue your twat, but it's healthy! That's right – the saliva of the typical canine contains many anti-bacterial microbes that actually make your vagina cleaner and fresher than any household douching agent. In fact, next time you have a big date where you're expecting Johnny to go clam diving, make sure part of your evening preparation includes letting your labrador lick your labia – Johnny will thank you later!

This brings up the corollary to your question. Now that you know that it's safe for your pooch to pounce on your poon, how do you go about making it happen?

First of all, try some type of sweet spreadable food. Peanut butter works the best, but make sure to only use creamy! With crunchy peanut butter, the strength of your puppy's tongue might force little licked-clean peanuts up where he can't get to them, and then next time Johnny's fucking you in the backseat of his car and pulls out with pieces of peanuts all over his dick, you'll have some serious 'splainin' to do! Also, make sure not to use any food that requires biting. Sticking a small steak in your slit or holding a hot dog with your honey-pot is only going to risk having those sensitive parts chewed by your cuddly canine. Stick with foods that can be eaten by licking, and if you're not sure, test it on your hand, arm, or anus first.

Now that you have the food, it's time to set the mood. Put on some dog-themed music – I would recommend anything by Gnarles Barkley or Snoop Dogg. Then, while naked, with your food applied, approach your dog and face him or her. Give a sharp command of "Go downtown!" and then turn around, remaining on all fours. While it may seem strange, allowing Fido to freshen your funbox from the rear provides a shinier, sassier snatch than if you were to lay on your back and elevate your legs for your canine cooch cleaning.

Remain in that position until Rover has finished relishing your rat trap or until you reach orgasm, whichever comes first. And you're done!

Dog Fucker, I wish you the best in all of your endeavors to have your Doberman devour your dickhole. And next time you need advice, all you have to do is ask! I'm here to help.


Oh, and for those of you who care, here are some of the other euphemisms I couldn't fit in:

letting your bulldog badger your box
having your hound handle your hooha
permitting your puppy to perform on your pussy
having Spot suckle your sweet spot
letting your collie cleanse your cooter
getting a bajingo bath from Benji
getting a doggy douche from your Doberman

Fuckin' Hump Day

Wednesday, April 11th, 2007

So today, I have to do the following:

  1. Get up at 6 AM so that I can shower, jerk the gherkin, get dressed, and take the car to the dealership by 7 for the 60,000 mile maintenance and to get the car professionally detailed. Need to have it nice and clean and impressive before I pick up a high-class whore at the airport on Friday.

  2. Hopefully finish with the car by 10 AM so I can return to work and see if my employees have actually done any work, or if they've spent the last three hours just fucking around on Youtube and Myspace. Break out the whip if that is the case.

  3. Respond to some of the 100 or so emails I get for work and 100 or so personal emails I get. Get some sales so that I can afford the extravagant weekend of booze, spa, steak dinners, and sexual deviance that I have planned.

  4. Get my weekly order of comic books for my second business, and sort them. Read this week's best 5 or so. Save the others for later. Comics are art, mmk?

  5. Go to my barber and get my weekly haircut and shave. Make sure he remembers to do the sideburns better, and then ask if he'll do my balls. Wait until he's not using the straight razor near my jugular before asking. Enjoy my mini-facial.

  6. Take a nap. Maybe eat something. Remember to learn to eat while sleeping – it will save time.

  7. Return phone calls and voicemails. Post a blog entry for my corporate blog. Tell the lawn guy to stop driving over the hose. Tell the pool guy to put the hose away when he's done. Tell the shrub guy to stay away from my wife's garden.

  8. Finish my 50 things and start coming up with clever ideas for recording them. That don't involve my penis talking to the camera.

  9. Do my nightly penis-lengthening exercises so I can reach my goal of 3.2 centimeters.

  10. Listen to two whores gab and gab for an hour in an online conference chat. Get one step closer to Googlebombing so that a search for "whore" brings up Britt's site.

  11. Masturbate to donkey porn until I fall asleep in a sticky, gooey mess.

  12. Wake up an hour later and stumble to bed. Get ready to wake up in four hours.

 

What's your day going to be like?

1988 De-classified

Friday, March 9th, 2007

Warning! If you are a family member or someone who knew me in elementary school, you don't want to read this. Trust me. You do not want to read this.

In fact, none of you probably want to read this. But the rest of you don't have a choice.

And yes, this is true.

I attended a small private Christian school from first grade through eighth. You've seen my first grade photo, so you get a sense of how small the school was.

In 1988, I was in sixth grade. My math class was split into beginner and intermediate, and I was in the intermediate, along with two girls. We had a test one day, which I finished in about ten minutes, as was typical. The two girls would take the entire hour, which was also typical.

So, since I was done early, I got to go to the library and read. Our library was a small room with about 10-15 shelves of books and a series of long tables between them. I went to the library, and the librarian wasn't there – probably at lunch. I looked around, and found a book that I had never seen before. It was something related to National Geographic, I think. And it had nudity!

I start reading it while sitting at the table there and, well, I was 11, so I got a hard-on. Since nobody was there, I just started jerking off like a little monkey.

Basically, I'm pushing back in my chair so I'm only on the back two legs, holding the book with one hand, and masturbating with the other.

So, of course, the librarian walks in. She doesn't see me, but I see her!

I try to stop, but I was basically just about done masturbating. So, in my rush, I lose my balance.

Fall over backwards.

Smack into a bookcase.

Knock the bookcase over.

At the same time, I ejaculate. The arc of my penis, along with falling, means that the come manages to hit me right in my own face, right before I hit the ground.

So, I immediately roll over face down on the floor and pretend like I'm hurt. The librarian runs to go get the nurse.

At the same time, I'm rubbing my face and exposed crotch on the carpet of the library, trying to wipe off everything. Then I zip up my pants and hide the book with the nudity so that they have no idea.

By the time they came back, I was sitting back down, looking a little red (and raw) in the face, holding my head, saying I was fine. I had also pulled out a Bible and laid it out on the table as if I had been reading that instead.

The two ladies put the bookcase back up, stare at the strange new spot on the carpet for a second, but then dismiss it and go back to their normal duties. And I sat there for the remainder of the hour and read the Bible.

And that's what happened in 1988.

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